[ there it is. he can feel her trying to pull it out from him — and it's honestly not that surprising, given her track record. he wants to recoil against her touch, but there's very little space between him and the wall. nowhere else to go. he tries to tilt his head away from her whispering, but it's the most he can do. the reply slips out, not provoked by the force ... it's simply an obvious conclusion. ]
Yes. I'd rather be dead than spend one more second in this hell with you. But I know what you want.
[ sure, he can be a little slow on the uptake sometimes, but he's not dumb. he gave her carte blanche in exchange for the girl's life. this, he assumed, was her coming to collect. as long as someone else's fate was on the line, he could rein in whatever impulses he had to lash out against her. for now. until he hit his limit — wherever that was. he wasn't even sure, not really. she was right. it was slipping, and not in a direction he liked. ]
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Yes. I'd rather be dead than spend one more second in this hell with you. But I know what you want.
[ sure, he can be a little slow on the uptake sometimes, but he's not dumb. he gave her carte blanche in exchange for the girl's life. this, he assumed, was her coming to collect. as long as someone else's fate was on the line, he could rein in whatever impulses he had to lash out against her. for now. until he hit his limit — wherever that was. he wasn't even sure, not really. she was right. it was slipping, and not in a direction he liked. ]