[Molly notes the greatsword and his heart sinks into his chest even as he schools his expression. He can see Yasha wielding the Judge so clearly in his head, but it's clouded out by images of her in chains, her sword taken, her head bowed. The Stormlord not listening to her pleas.
He blinks out of the image and lays the card back down, shuffling it back into the deck.] I wouldn't know anything about that. I revere a god of lawfulness and honor. [He places a hand on the Platinum Dragon broach that dangles from his neck.] Praise be to the Platinum Dragon.
[He grins. It's all bullshit, of course, and he doesn't even have to lie about his chosen deity here, but it's habitual at this point.]
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He blinks out of the image and lays the card back down, shuffling it back into the deck.] I wouldn't know anything about that. I revere a god of lawfulness and honor. [He places a hand on the Platinum Dragon broach that dangles from his neck.] Praise be to the Platinum Dragon.
[He grins. It's all bullshit, of course, and he doesn't even have to lie about his chosen deity here, but it's habitual at this point.]