[He slices open his palm, a lot harder than he'd intended to, before he slams the knife down on the table. He can't get pissed at her, not right now, so it slides out through other means.] It's important to me.
[He draws the rune on the table in front of him, blood from the wound dripping down his wrist. He might not have given in so soon, but he wants to keep her on the line as long as possible.] It's cast.
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[He draws the rune on the table in front of him, blood from the wound dripping down his wrist. He might not have given in so soon, but he wants to keep her on the line as long as possible.] It's cast.