[ It took Adra years to master his anger, and even now the leash is not always as tight as it should be. Asuka's rage prickles at him, stokes a fire that Adra works hard to keep burning low. It tries his patience, but Adra won't feed these flames. Asuka needs a different kind of warmth.
He floats in, drawn by the beacon of her limb-dragging fatigue. This weakness is familiar to him; he feels it keenly and easily, and after much less exertion than the flurry of violence she just unleashed. ]
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He floats in, drawn by the beacon of her limb-dragging fatigue. This weakness is familiar to him; he feels it keenly and easily, and after much less exertion than the flurry of violence she just unleashed. ]
Feel any better?