[ he did, in fact, think a blade was the only thing she was going to put in him. maybe a different kinds of blades, but … definitely solely things within the blade family. he tries not to have any reaction to this brand new information. her eyes meet his and he swallows.
his jaw clenches when she pays his cheek, and stays locked that way as he rises to his feet and grabs at his new clothes. he doesn't know what to do, is the long and short of it. he's not sure how to play this game. there aren't any good or right choice, just choices that seem slightly less awful than others.
and that's how he ends up saying ]
No, you don't have to go to all that trouble. I'm getting used to it.
[ he hated the scar on his face (and other miscellaneous scars on his body), but knowing that she wanted to get rid them made him want the opposite purely out of desire to be contrary. what petty argument he could win was still an argument won. ]
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his jaw clenches when she pays his cheek, and stays locked that way as he rises to his feet and grabs at his new clothes. he doesn't know what to do, is the long and short of it. he's not sure how to play this game. there aren't any good or right choice, just choices that seem slightly less awful than others.
and that's how he ends up saying ]
No, you don't have to go to all that trouble. I'm getting used to it.
[ he hated the scar on his face (and other miscellaneous scars on his body), but knowing that she wanted to get rid them made him want the opposite purely out of desire to be contrary. what petty argument he could win was still an argument won. ]