[He shakes his head, dismissing it. He seems to have hit a quotient with his lying and masking, though, because a sharp chill races through his chest faster than he can control himself. He gasps, bending at the waist and pressing a hand against his heart, beating fast and struggling. He feels like he's breathing in frigid air, burning through his lungs.]
no subject
Nothing. Don't listen to me.
[He shakes his head, dismissing it. He seems to have hit a quotient with his lying and masking, though, because a sharp chill races through his chest faster than he can control himself. He gasps, bending at the waist and pressing a hand against his heart, beating fast and struggling. He feels like he's breathing in frigid air, burning through his lungs.]
Damn.