[ minutes... it almost feels like that for him, too. minutes going on years, in the wonderfully contradictory way he continues to be. his hands tremble around his knife, his heart beating in his ears from the anxiety, the adrenaline, the hatred and everything else she's given him.
and oh, they flare when she says that he started it. when he finds he still can't quite refute that properly.
he can't draw the knife closer to himself the way he can a halberd. but he looks down at it anyway, settling on his unclear image in the blade before he looks up at her again— ]
I told you. It's... been finished. You're just— a ghost. You can't hurt me anymore.
[ —again. again. again. he's right for this, so there's nothing to fear. ]
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[ minutes... it almost feels like that for him, too. minutes going on years, in the wonderfully contradictory way he continues to be. his hands tremble around his knife, his heart beating in his ears from the anxiety, the adrenaline, the hatred and everything else she's given him.
and oh, they flare when she says that he started it. when he finds he still can't quite refute that properly.
he can't draw the knife closer to himself the way he can a halberd. but he looks down at it anyway, settling on his unclear image in the blade before he looks up at her again— ]
I told you. It's... been finished. You're just— a ghost. You can't hurt me anymore.
[ —again. again. again. he's right for this, so there's nothing to fear. ]