[If he expects pleasant words regarding Kanda then he may do well to look somewhere other than the thing currently being held captive by him. Hahah.
But those thoughts, they're never voiced aloud and instead there's the breezy batting away of his weak attempts at persuasion, nothing he'd ever expected to hold any traction to begin with. It's clear enough to the Dog who's prisoner he is, and beyond all that, were they to release him, they must be under no illusions as to what he would do.
The havoc he'd cause, the carnage.
At least, for the moment, enough of the earlier heat remains that - unrestrained - it's still in him to tear them apart.
But he is restrained, looks set to remain that way, and the killjoy goes on talking. Quietly, he sighs. Shifts his wrists as though doing so could relieve him of the tight-packed tension gathering in him, making him ache. Unsurprisingly, it does nothing.]
Don't misunderstand-- I didn't say humanity was a good thing. Only that I don't have it. You can twist things around any way you like, but it doesn't change the fact that from the very beginning I was created to be this way, something other. I was never human to start with.
[At least, it's the way he understands it. Created in some lab to fit the specifications he was designed for, augmented and altered and twisted-- how can something like that be considered human? What Lavi's suggesting, it seems an impossibility. Naive, almost.]
And come on, now. I'm not suggesting you change sides, or that there are any sides to change to. It's a matter of self-preservation. I'm not sure what you and your friend believe will happen once the Company learns you've stolen from them.
[His voice, it's quiet, almost strained. Entirely without conviction.]
But suit yourself. No doubt you'll go on thinking whatever you like, regardless.
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But those thoughts, they're never voiced aloud and instead there's the breezy batting away of his weak attempts at persuasion, nothing he'd ever expected to hold any traction to begin with. It's clear enough to the Dog who's prisoner he is, and beyond all that, were they to release him, they must be under no illusions as to what he would do.
The havoc he'd cause, the carnage.
At least, for the moment, enough of the earlier heat remains that - unrestrained - it's still in him to tear them apart.
But he is restrained, looks set to remain that way, and the killjoy goes on talking. Quietly, he sighs. Shifts his wrists as though doing so could relieve him of the tight-packed tension gathering in him, making him ache. Unsurprisingly, it does nothing.]
Don't misunderstand-- I didn't say humanity was a good thing. Only that I don't have it. You can twist things around any way you like, but it doesn't change the fact that from the very beginning I was created to be this way, something other. I was never human to start with.
[At least, it's the way he understands it. Created in some lab to fit the specifications he was designed for, augmented and altered and twisted-- how can something like that be considered human? What Lavi's suggesting, it seems an impossibility. Naive, almost.]
And come on, now. I'm not suggesting you change sides, or that there are any sides to change to. It's a matter of self-preservation. I'm not sure what you and your friend believe will happen once the Company learns you've stolen from them.
[His voice, it's quiet, almost strained. Entirely without conviction.]
But suit yourself. No doubt you'll go on thinking whatever you like, regardless.