[ He knows the Galra, knows that he needs to mask his reactions to everything, anything that could be taken as weakness or as something to criticize him for. He hadn't worked all this way up to ruin things now, not when he had a chance to make some kind of choice or difference in this. Whatever the test was, whatever composure they were trying to wrest from him with this, he wasn't going to make it so easy.
If Sendak wanted to pull another petty test, he could pass. Zarkon was the only one who could ever do that to him; if this was on behalf of him, maybe through Sendak, it would be understandable.
His face goes polite disinterested after a breath, ignoring the flicker of a whisper in his head. The wall goes up again, a practiced habit from Zarkon using the link and then Shiro turns toward the door, debating it for a moment. They could keep themselves occupied but part of him wanted to demand to know what this was. Impulsiveness would do him no good no matter how tempting; he clenches his fists and then releases them, turning back to the two. He won't let them get hurt for whatever this game is.
The chair, instead, sitting as if he weighs a few hundred pounds more than he does. They didn't ever state what he had to do to them, with them; he could watch them, finish this test and demand his answers. ]
You can do this however you normally do.
[ Look, he can be polite. The humans aren't to blame for getting caught in this mess of politics and posturing. ]
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If Sendak wanted to pull another petty test, he could pass. Zarkon was the only one who could ever do that to him; if this was on behalf of him, maybe through Sendak, it would be understandable.
His face goes polite disinterested after a breath, ignoring the flicker of a whisper in his head. The wall goes up again, a practiced habit from Zarkon using the link and then Shiro turns toward the door, debating it for a moment. They could keep themselves occupied but part of him wanted to demand to know what this was. Impulsiveness would do him no good no matter how tempting; he clenches his fists and then releases them, turning back to the two. He won't let them get hurt for whatever this game is.
The chair, instead, sitting as if he weighs a few hundred pounds more than he does. They didn't ever state what he had to do to them, with them; he could watch them, finish this test and demand his answers. ]
You can do this however you normally do.
[ Look, he can be polite. The humans aren't to blame for getting caught in this mess of politics and posturing. ]