[ This isn't a place where he belongs. Moths try to detach from him, dying with every second spent here, but they can't. The iron renders their corpses part of him, dead and rotting things stuck inside him. The journey is mercifully short.
Sypha is with them in seconds, hands fumbling with the wires that hold the bridle in place. It's not as well made as it would be were using heat in its construction on option, and so despite the lack of an obvious way to undo it she has it removed quickly. The thing in his mouth comes away bloody - a thin spike lanced through his tongue to keep it in place.
Trevor himself doesn't move except to sing forward slightly in relief. He waits for further instructions, blue-green blood dribbling from one corner of his mouth. ]
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Sypha is with them in seconds, hands fumbling with the wires that hold the bridle in place. It's not as well made as it would be were using heat in its construction on option, and so despite the lack of an obvious way to undo it she has it removed quickly. The thing in his mouth comes away bloody - a thin spike lanced through his tongue to keep it in place.
Trevor himself doesn't move except to sing forward slightly in relief. He waits for further instructions, blue-green blood dribbling from one corner of his mouth. ]