"Relying on someone doesn't make you weak," Glacius attempts to rally, trying to bolster himself with words he'd shared with Carlisle himself in the past... but under the full brunt of those scathing remarks, his voice falters and breaks. He can't even properly respond to the accusations, a few weak protests and promises that he only meant the best for the clergyman crawling from his gills...
... And then he hears his phone buzz. The ice alien flinches and reaches to shut the device off, not only because he certainly doesn't feel like talking to anyone now, but because he doesn't want to risk further angering his friend--no, make that former friend now, Carlisle has made that quite clear--with the interruption. Holding the phone in one big hand, he prepares to hit the power... but as he lifts it he reads the number, and he realizes it's one he knows.
It's Carlisle's. How is that..?
Suddenly realizing that something is amiss, remembering a warning that had struggled from a bloodied Maketh's throat, Glacius hefts the phone to the slight depression in the side of his skull where his ear lays... and then, regarding the man in the room with him with wide eyes, answers the call.
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... And then he hears his phone buzz. The ice alien flinches and reaches to shut the device off, not only because he certainly doesn't feel like talking to anyone now, but because he doesn't want to risk further angering his friend--no, make that former friend now, Carlisle has made that quite clear--with the interruption. Holding the phone in one big hand, he prepares to hit the power... but as he lifts it he reads the number, and he realizes it's one he knows.
It's Carlisle's. How is that..?
Suddenly realizing that something is amiss, remembering a warning that had struggled from a bloodied Maketh's throat, Glacius hefts the phone to the slight depression in the side of his skull where his ear lays... and then, regarding the man in the room with him with wide eyes, answers the call.
"H...hello?"