spoilers. [ We have the chance to find out. He doesn't say it, just watches the other man, wary and now with a faint hint of assessment, as his mind works and processes somewhere behind the blinding terror. ]
Why aren't you attacking?
[ What is he waiting for, why is he just standing there, looking at him? The hand on that cane makes no motion; he's not shifting his weight to launch into an attack.
He looks almost... what is it? Resigned, reluctant? His face isn't twisted into anger or aggression; he's simply standing there, intimidating more in Gustave's memory than in this moment here, now. ]
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spoilers.
[ We have the chance to find out. He doesn't say it, just watches the other man, wary and now with a faint hint of assessment, as his mind works and processes somewhere behind the blinding terror. ]
Why aren't you attacking?
[ What is he waiting for, why is he just standing there, looking at him? The hand on that cane makes no motion; he's not shifting his weight to launch into an attack.
He looks almost... what is it? Resigned, reluctant? His face isn't twisted into anger or aggression; he's simply standing there, intimidating more in Gustave's memory than in this moment here, now. ]
You didn't hesitate before.