[Oh, she's right to think the one she knows would be disgusted, and he will be once he's back in his right frame of self. In fact he might be downright horrified.
(It would be only the smallest of comforts, though it would be one, to know she could tell in a glance that this wasn't him. That he wasn't right.)]
Oh, really? And what else is there around here that there'd be?
[His voice is harsher and rougher than she'll have ever heard before. Constantly rougher, constantly growling, that's who Blight is now. He comes closer towards her, his hands glowing fists, looming.]
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(It would be only the smallest of comforts, though it would be one, to know she could tell in a glance that this wasn't him. That he wasn't right.)]
Oh, really? And what else is there around here that there'd be?
[His voice is harsher and rougher than she'll have ever heard before. Constantly rougher, constantly growling, that's who Blight is now. He comes closer towards her, his hands glowing fists, looming.]