189 | video/action
Wait! Don't— [The voice is accompanied by a view of… the sky. Apparently the person on the other end has accidentally managed to turn on the video function without even wearing his headset.]
Is that all you have to say? [The headset is turned in his hands, and now the camera shows his face: Thorgal was shouting that last part up at the sky, but now he lowers his gaze towards the communicator instead. It's a handsome face by all accounts, but boy does he not look amused.] I at least deserve a trial, don't I? How civilised, to deny your prisoners that. [And when there's no answer he turns back up at the sky – is it apparent yet that he doesn't know in which direction to voice his complaints?] I won't be collared like a dog! Do you hear me? What about my family? I demand to see them!
[But as it becomes evident that the wardens aren't going to answer him, the anger slowly seems to ebb out of him somewhat. After several seconds of quiet fuming he sighs before sitting down, running a hand over his face. He mostly just looks weary as he adds, quietly:] I don't understand. Who are you who knows my sins so well?
[A quiet groan.] Odin. [It's said much in the same way anyone else would say "God give me strength".]
[If someone would rather not play the basic information game with Mr Didn't Read The Brochure, they may catch him sitting on a random bench in Sector 1. He's still not wearing his communicator, but anyone close enough might still hear him mutter something about "why give me such expensive clothes?". As far as he knows red dye is expensive, okay.]