“Still a chance? I say—” the knight said in surprise, but paused while the cat finished its verse, and in order to actually come up with something to say. The cat obviously played by different rules, which the knight was inclined to follow, but there was something amiss in the words. When a paw patted his shoulder, he took it as a cue to finish his couplet, “Very well, I’ll lead the way!”<br/><br/>The enthusiasm in his voice died out quickly as he looked around and found himself still inside the cage. When the cat had finished talking to the girl, and the girl replied with her name, her voice returned the knight’s focus on her and on the fact that the Taurus was still more than eager to violate her even further. It was against the rules—the beast-man’s rules—and it wouldn’t do. The knight yanked Alice backwards hopefully with enough force to pull her free from the brute’s grip, and released her from his own.<br/><br/>“Apologies, my lady,<br/>For my serious mistake,” he said, and somehow the sentence was split in two and indented onto separate rows. He then scratched his head, by which he managed to evenly spread his spiky white hair to a proper style from the mess that it had been so far. The White Knight had no choice but to finish:<br/><br/>“I fear that I have not<br/>Been properly awake.”<br/><br/>For a moment, he looked like he’d go on, but no more words came out. The knight observed the cage for a way out and stared longingly at his gear that he’d thrown just out of reach (and somehow, some of the pieces were even too large to fit through the bars any longer).<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>