[ Long Feiye squints at those words. A general and royal heir, he's educated, but not necessarily given to long, artistic metaphor. He prefers practicality. Decision. Reserve. Those have always been his tools for survival. The movement from the figure--creature?--does indeed echo the way phantom speaks. He can see the relationship, although Feiye himself prefers things to the point. He digests that, watching phantom eye their stalker, who thankfully seems very visible, and reaches out to grip him by the arm. ]
We should withdraw.
[ He's tense, even a bit flighty through his stern look. ]
Your shadow moves loudly. Mine... won't give warning.
[ He doesn't know where the Manifestation went after thrashing him, but even if it lost track temporarily, he's sure it will track him down. And probably draw the other's attention right away, pinning them in between them. ]
no subject
We should withdraw.
[ He's tense, even a bit flighty through his stern look. ]
Your shadow moves loudly. Mine... won't give warning.
[ He doesn't know where the Manifestation went after thrashing him, but even if it lost track temporarily, he's sure it will track him down. And probably draw the other's attention right away, pinning them in between them. ]
We can't stay in one place.