[ The drumming of this searing, familiar pain in his joints is enough to make him cringe - but moreso than that, the impeding thoughts of feeling any semblance of proud to participate in this...it's definitely unsettling. This is a place he has spent years trying to forget, to bury in happier, brighter memories of protective walls and calming scripture. It hurts to remember this, remember being tied down and altered to fit another's needs, and upon watching the girl in front of him, stained with blood with coldness in her eyes, all he can think of was when he was in that position. Violent, volatile.
He clenches his teeth into a snarl, shoulders tense like he's ready to fight out of habit, like a Pavlovian response to this environment. ]
Stay back...! I don't wanna fight ya.
[ Because he (like her, and every other kid that's gone through this) knows all too well how things go in fights like this. ]
no subject
He clenches his teeth into a snarl, shoulders tense like he's ready to fight out of habit, like a Pavlovian response to this environment. ]
Stay back...! I don't wanna fight ya.
[ Because he (like her, and every other kid that's gone through this) knows all too well how things go in fights like this. ]