"Love," he sneers. "A dreadful bond. And yet..." His lips curl. "So easily severed."
His blade finds Will's throat, but does not pierce it. He merely lets the boy know it's there, the power of it known to the smith. "Tell me, Will Turner. Do ye fear death?"
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Date: 2007-10-18 12:51 am (UTC)"Love," he sneers. "A dreadful bond. And yet..." His lips curl. "So easily severed."
His blade finds Will's throat, but does not pierce it. He merely lets the boy know it's there, the power of it known to the smith. "Tell me, Will Turner. Do ye fear death?"