[The heat engulfs Clay and he holds his arms up, trying pointlessly to keep it away. He looks over from his podium at the inferno below with terror and anxiety all over his face... and if someone would bother looking further, they could see a tinge of guilt in Clay's narrowing eyes.
But the moment passes, and the tension eases on Clay's face. His expression returns to one of disinterest.]
I'd chalk this one up to a preemptive judgment. She would certainly have killed someone else later on, so this wasn't in the least a total waste of a vote.
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[The heat engulfs Clay and he holds his arms up, trying pointlessly to keep it away. He looks over from his podium at the inferno below with terror and anxiety all over his face... and if someone would bother looking further, they could see a tinge of guilt in Clay's narrowing eyes.
But the moment passes, and the tension eases on Clay's face. His expression returns to one of disinterest.]
I'd chalk this one up to a preemptive judgment. She would certainly have killed someone else later on, so this wasn't in the least a total waste of a vote.