[He stills the moment he spies those crooked fingers. Even before she looks up, he realizes his mistake. He doesn't want to deal with this. He doesn't want to deal with her.
His sharp eyes watch her as she moves to him. He listens to her speak without expression. She's soft and sad and utterly pitiful. And just like always, just like he's long since learned things work, the other shoe drops.
He snarls at her, all but snapping his teeth. He feels fury bubble up from his empty core. He turns his face from her, disgusted.]
You think I want that? As if this isn't enough of a pain in the ass?
[He goes to find a chair, dropping into it.]
She pulls you up out of hell and you're still ready to step on her fingers for any bit of freedom she gets. Where have I seen that before? I wonder.
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His sharp eyes watch her as she moves to him. He listens to her speak without expression. She's soft and sad and utterly pitiful. And just like always, just like he's long since learned things work, the other shoe drops.
He snarls at her, all but snapping his teeth. He feels fury bubble up from his empty core. He turns his face from her, disgusted.]
You think I want that? As if this isn't enough of a pain in the ass?
[He goes to find a chair, dropping into it.]
She pulls you up out of hell and you're still ready to step on her fingers for any bit of freedom she gets. Where have I seen that before? I wonder.