[She doesn't need to say it for him to read it between the lines.
And true to form, the anger boils up, nearly overflowing. His hands tighten around the edge of the console, making the material creak with stress.
How dare she speak of him as if she knew him, and had any right to mourn for him? As if she could claim this loss and make it hers just on virtue of having known him for the blink of an eye.]
I should have killed all three of you! [A snarl now, nearly feral. If she were in front of him, he knows he would be attacking already, and not even care if throwing himself into battle in mad fury leads to an end as bad as the last time.] Next time, scavenger, I won't hesitate next time.
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And true to form, the anger boils up, nearly overflowing. His hands tighten around the edge of the console, making the material creak with stress.
How dare she speak of him as if she knew him, and had any right to mourn for him? As if she could claim this loss and make it hers just on virtue of having known him for the blink of an eye.]
I should have killed all three of you! [A snarl now, nearly feral. If she were in front of him, he knows he would be attacking already, and not even care if throwing himself into battle in mad fury leads to an end as bad as the last time.] Next time, scavenger, I won't hesitate next time.
I promise you, you're going to die at my hands.