[It's quick, the movement of Kanda's hand, the leveling of the gun and fear opens wide as a wound in him, thick and black and all-encompassing, rattling through his bones, his blood. This is how it ends then, this is how it ends and perhaps it's not such a bad thing really, it'll be quick and not like the other ways he could go, not like Dog Bite roiling through him and filling him with shuddering agony, a drawn-out ugly death.
Put down like a dog in a holding cell while he's strapped by his wrists and unable to move-- well. Perhaps it's fitting. Perhaps it's what he deserves.
That roiling fear though, it doesn't make it all the way into his face (just a shadow of it, a shiver, going off like a flash in his eyes and then gone again), and instead he just raises his head, meets Kanda's gaze, doesn't blink or look away. Waits for the world to go dark.
But it doesn't come.
Instead there's just the killjoy snarling at him and he's flooded with relief and despair in equal oversized measures. Of course he doesn't get it that easy. Of course not.
As always, the decision is out of his hands.
Kanda steps back, and Giovanni gives him an empty scimitar smile.]
You'll regret that. Hahah. The moment you release me from here, I'm going to tear you apart.
[And his words are heavy with threat, yes, but there's something else lurking behind that hot violence, something resigned and infinitely tired.]
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Put down like a dog in a holding cell while he's strapped by his wrists and unable to move-- well. Perhaps it's fitting. Perhaps it's what he deserves.
That roiling fear though, it doesn't make it all the way into his face (just a shadow of it, a shiver, going off like a flash in his eyes and then gone again), and instead he just raises his head, meets Kanda's gaze, doesn't blink or look away. Waits for the world to go dark.
But it doesn't come.
Instead there's just the killjoy snarling at him and he's flooded with relief and despair in equal oversized measures. Of course he doesn't get it that easy. Of course not.
As always, the decision is out of his hands.
Kanda steps back, and Giovanni gives him an empty scimitar smile.]
You'll regret that. Hahah. The moment you release me from here, I'm going to tear you apart.
[And his words are heavy with threat, yes, but there's something else lurking behind that hot violence, something resigned and infinitely tired.]