[His breath is coming in short, sharp bursts. Unsteady. This is the moment when he would leave severe scarring on anyone else, or at least blow them into a wall, but that's not an option. He just gets to stew in what Petre's saying.
He glances at the clock on the wall. Somehow, he can't tell if time flew past or dragged. Maybe both.]
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He glances at the clock on the wall. Somehow, he can't tell if time flew past or dragged. Maybe both.]
Ten more minutes.