[Lucien eyes the man- not a man- the something that wears the shape of a man- warily. His mechanical eye clicks softly- it's no use, the lens that helps him see through illusions is jammed back- and he swallows, processing the offer.]
[slowly, his hand on the dagger loosens until it slips onto the ground, assuming that's how this creature will do the deed. Lucien nods curtly.]
Hel-help me turn over. [he rasps, face smoothing over and jaw setting in hard acceptance. It's pithy, but he'd rather go out looking at the sky.]
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[slowly, his hand on the dagger loosens until it slips onto the ground, assuming that's how this creature will do the deed. Lucien nods curtly.]
Hel-help me turn over. [he rasps, face smoothing over and jaw setting in hard acceptance. It's pithy, but he'd rather go out looking at the sky.]