[ he would never. even if he wasn't having a great time right now, he didn't regret saving the girl. maybe it was actually the last good thing he'd ever get to do. that seemed like a very real possibility laid out in front of him. and if that was the last thing he had some weak grasp of control over ... it was still worth it.
so he follows after her. unrestrained, keeping his hands to himself. she was right to think he would consider provocation as a way out — it had been on the menu until she informed him that no one would use lethal force against him. his expression pinches with an emotion he can't properly place — something like frustration, resentment, bitterness, and grief for himself all stirred into one cocktail. ]
Don't know why you're so set on keeping me alive. Is it that hard to make friends around here?
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so he follows after her. unrestrained, keeping his hands to himself. she was right to think he would consider provocation as a way out — it had been on the menu until she informed him that no one would use lethal force against him. his expression pinches with an emotion he can't properly place — something like frustration, resentment, bitterness, and grief for himself all stirred into one cocktail. ]
Don't know why you're so set on keeping me alive. Is it that hard to make friends around here?