[ God, he's thankful nobody can see them through the veils -- the way his teeth clench together, the way his eyes burn with something seething and revolted. There are things that he could accept, in someone he'd fight with his fists and his words, but a killer? A killer's not a hero. Murderers don't deserve to wear such an honorable, all-important mantle such as that, and he burns, against her rage, mind shoving against hers as well. ]
MURDERER, [ he spits, out loud, and through the connection between them. Every nerve ending firing, aching, torn asunder by the idea that someone like her, someone so young, could be a killer. ( A no-good killer! ) And then words fail him, and all he can muster is a roiling knot of wrath, oozing forth from him as smoke and the scent of burning cloth begins to emit from his gloves. It rises, higher, hotter. Within him, he feels as though he's standing a million miles above her. Not holier, just better.
-- and then it snaps, like a string pulled too tight. It snaps, and sloughs off of him, a dragon shedding scale, boiling at his core, his extremities overcome by cold. Overwhelmed, overloaded. Why's a kid killing? Why's nobody done anything to keep her hands clean? How could she think heroes were the scum who killed? Who's attacking her in such a way that she resorts to murder? The questions catch in his throat, the retorts strangle him. Between them, his heart wrenches - confused, furious. ] You just -- just stay the HELL away!
[ He says it, and forces himself to storm off, forces himself to walk away. He can't stay here, strangling under this whole thing. ]
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MURDERER, [ he spits, out loud, and through the connection between them. Every nerve ending firing, aching, torn asunder by the idea that someone like her, someone so young, could be a killer. ( A no-good killer! ) And then words fail him, and all he can muster is a roiling knot of wrath, oozing forth from him as smoke and the scent of burning cloth begins to emit from his gloves. It rises, higher, hotter. Within him, he feels as though he's standing a million miles above her. Not holier, just better.
-- and then it snaps, like a string pulled too tight. It snaps, and sloughs off of him, a dragon shedding scale, boiling at his core, his extremities overcome by cold. Overwhelmed, overloaded. Why's a kid killing? Why's nobody done anything to keep her hands clean? How could she think heroes were the scum who killed? Who's attacking her in such a way that she resorts to murder? The questions catch in his throat, the retorts strangle him. Between them, his heart wrenches - confused, furious. ] You just -- just stay the HELL away!
[ He says it, and forces himself to storm off, forces himself to walk away. He can't stay here, strangling under this whole thing. ]