[At least he can feel it, the Riot, that's one small blessing, but it terrifies him instantly anyway. He makes himself small, shoulders hunched and spine curved, doubt twisting with anxiety and peaking, heart hammering - he's close in against Patches now, like that's going to make a difference if Zane wants to kill him, he knows it's true that either of them could kill him any time but he has to do something.]
[He doesn't watch, but he feels the coin fly past his ear and flinches away violently. Patches growls and stands up, and Cassel digs his fingers into the scruff of his neck in a way that's probably painful.]
[When the coin - coins - whatever it is, they are, now, come out of the wall, Cassel looks up and narrows his eyes, not at Zane but at them, it. His face is hard, rough-edged, the hint of a defensive smirk on his lips, but it's clear he's terrified.]
[Jangling with nerves, he wonders, maybe this was a bad idea, without bothering to think about why Zane showed him that, without comprehending why Zane doesn't want him to get killed. Same old family story: people can hurt their people as many times as they want, but if somebody else messes with them, they have to hurt worse.]
[He snarls, his breath quick and panicked, but he does doubt, he knows he'd die, which is why he raises his voice.]
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[He doesn't watch, but he feels the coin fly past his ear and flinches away violently. Patches growls and stands up, and Cassel digs his fingers into the scruff of his neck in a way that's probably painful.]
[When the coin - coins - whatever it is, they are, now, come out of the wall, Cassel looks up and narrows his eyes, not at Zane but at them, it. His face is hard, rough-edged, the hint of a defensive smirk on his lips, but it's clear he's terrified.]
[Jangling with nerves, he wonders, maybe this was a bad idea, without bothering to think about why Zane showed him that, without comprehending why Zane doesn't want him to get killed. Same old family story: people can hurt their people as many times as they want, but if somebody else messes with them, they have to hurt worse.]
[He snarls, his breath quick and panicked, but he does doubt, he knows he'd die, which is why he raises his voice.]
I have to do something!