[Metal creaks. His fist purposefully clenched as hard as he can keep it. If only to keep his brain in line, keep it from thinking this is something he needs to lash out at. This hand... it could hurt her more terribly than the other, no matter if he intended it.]
[He wouldn't hurt her. Not if he can help it. But the memory of metal striking glass, long fractures running through the tube like cobwebs -- it says he may not have a choice, if he gets too far gone in his own mind.]
[Focus.]
[Focus.]
[Listen to Elena. Listen to her voice. She has this controlled. She can handle this. Thoughts he repeats in time to her assurances. Thoughts he doesn't bother to hide. You - she - you can do this.]
[When she pulls her arm away, he doesn't fight. He does cough, though. Trying to shake the last traces of raging memory off him.] Water-?
[No offense, Elena, blood tastes gross when it's not your primary food source.]
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[He wouldn't hurt her. Not if he can help it. But the memory of metal striking glass, long fractures running through the tube like cobwebs -- it says he may not have a choice, if he gets too far gone in his own mind.]
[Focus.]
[Focus.]
[Listen to Elena. Listen to her voice. She has this controlled. She can handle this. Thoughts he repeats in time to her assurances. Thoughts he doesn't bother to hide. You - she - you can do this.]
[When she pulls her arm away, he doesn't fight. He does cough, though. Trying to shake the last traces of raging memory off him.] Water-?
[No offense, Elena, blood tastes gross when it's not your primary food source.]