[This man reeks of bloodlust. The scent of it cloying, the waves of intent to kill skittering over his flesh nearly enough to make his skin crawl.
Oh, not out of fear, or even the vague sense of anticipation that it brings - but because he recognizes this kind of conditioned madness.
He's seen it in the endless parade of other test subjects pitted against him, each conditioned to throw away the shredded traces of their humanity and become the monsters the researchers were trying to cultivate.
The perfect weapons, ready to be unleashed with a mindless abandon.
This - this is what they'd tried to make him.]
Not always, idiot. Things like you don't always bow down to obey.
[Stopping near the side of Giovanni, Kanda's expression darkens, twist with self-mocking loathing for just a moment as he turns that chilled gaze on his prisoner with a piercing intensity.]
Some fight back, every step of the way. They snarl and bite and use those fangs to pierce the hand that tries to beat it down. Some prefer to become a self-evolving monster instead of a mindless attack animal. Some would use those teeth to tear out the master's throat.
[Like that boy tried to do. Like Kanda had wanted to do but never truly followed through with, beyond those smaller rebellions. And the realization of that, that he'd bent, but that boy and this man bad both been broken - It's enough to finally crack the cool detached facade, enough to have him practically snarling at the man ensnared before him.]
But you? You let them point you to chaos and lost yourself in the kills. You might be a conditioned fucking dog, but you should still be some fucking degree of human. [His voice lowers into a snarl, each word meant to cut, to wound, despite himself.]
But that was fucking pathetic. Less than a base instinct, less than a predator catching prey. Not even worthy of being called dog, much less human. Welcome to being a fucking demon, Giovanni.
[Reigning himself in, Kanda cuts his gaze to the side, draws a slow breath to tamp down his temper.]
...I won't make this mistake again. I'll kill you before I let that madness out, and call it a damned mercy. For you.
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[This man reeks of bloodlust. The scent of it cloying, the waves of intent to kill skittering over his flesh nearly enough to make his skin crawl.
Oh, not out of fear, or even the vague sense of anticipation that it brings - but because he recognizes this kind of conditioned madness.
He's seen it in the endless parade of other test subjects pitted against him, each conditioned to throw away the shredded traces of their humanity and become the monsters the researchers were trying to cultivate.
The perfect weapons, ready to be unleashed with a mindless abandon.
This - this is what they'd tried to make him.]
Not always, idiot. Things like you don't always bow down to obey.
[Stopping near the side of Giovanni, Kanda's expression darkens, twist with self-mocking loathing for just a moment as he turns that chilled gaze on his prisoner with a piercing intensity.]
Some fight back, every step of the way. They snarl and bite and use those fangs to pierce the hand that tries to beat it down. Some prefer to become a self-evolving monster instead of a mindless attack animal. Some would use those teeth to tear out the master's throat.
[Like that boy tried to do. Like Kanda had wanted to do but never truly followed through with, beyond those smaller rebellions. And the realization of that, that he'd bent, but that boy and this man bad both been broken - It's enough to finally crack the cool detached facade, enough to have him practically snarling at the man ensnared before him.]
But you? You let them point you to chaos and lost yourself in the kills. You might be a conditioned fucking dog, but you should still be some fucking degree of human. [His voice lowers into a snarl, each word meant to cut, to wound, despite himself.]
But that was fucking pathetic. Less than a base instinct, less than a predator catching prey. Not even worthy of being called dog, much less human. Welcome to being a fucking demon, Giovanni.
[Reigning himself in, Kanda cuts his gaze to the side, draws a slow breath to tamp down his temper.]
...I won't make this mistake again. I'll kill you before I let that madness out, and call it a damned mercy. For you.