[ He assents, because the smell reminds him of abandoned prisons still fresh with excrement and adrenaline. Out of propriety and to avoid bringing up anything unsavory, he refrains from mentioning Da Ghwandai Khar— the scent of blood, sweat, and days of being trapped in the dark. That's what this place smells like.
Venom edges closer to the rim of the Ingress, runs a gloved hand over the grooved edges of its outer perimeter. ]
...Stay here. I'll go inside.
[ Because he doesn't want Kaz to risk it, of course. Then again, he doesn't expect Kaz to blindly say yes. ]
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[ He assents, because the smell reminds him of abandoned prisons still fresh with excrement and adrenaline. Out of propriety and to avoid bringing up anything unsavory, he refrains from mentioning Da Ghwandai Khar— the scent of blood, sweat, and days of being trapped in the dark. That's what this place smells like.
Venom edges closer to the rim of the Ingress, runs a gloved hand over the grooved edges of its outer perimeter. ]
...Stay here. I'll go inside.
[ Because he doesn't want Kaz to risk it, of course. Then again, he doesn't expect Kaz to blindly say yes. ]