He wants to tear off his fucking hands for what he has done to Pam.
A breath.
And then he says, calmly, "Oh, but she's no longer my queen. My loyalty is to Mississippi now."
And as on cue (because it is, and because Russell Edgington is a fucking ham who can never get enough of grand entrances and limelight) the door at the top of the stairs creak open and Edgington strides in, saying "And Mississippi's proud to claim Mr. Northman as one of her own."
He descends and looks around. Approvingly. "Love the place," he says to Eric, ignoring The Magister. "Love your vibe. We must talk franchising later."
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A breath.
And then he says, calmly, "Oh, but she's no longer my queen. My loyalty is to Mississippi now."
And as on cue (because it is, and because Russell Edgington is a fucking ham who can never get enough of grand entrances and limelight) the door at the top of the stairs creak open and Edgington strides in, saying "And Mississippi's proud to claim Mr. Northman as one of her own."
He descends and looks around. Approvingly. "Love the place," he says to Eric, ignoring The Magister. "Love your vibe. We must talk franchising later."
He is smiling and affable. For now.