[He feels — fear. But it isn’t his. He has felt the emotions of others before, not unlike his mother. A curse of empathy, his father had called it. His mother had never bothered to correct him. He thinks he might know better now, given how quickly Kira backs off. The vengeful snarl sticks to his expression and he grabs onto her fear like a rope, flailing in the sea that is slowly drowning him. The pain of her probe shoots down his spine continuously even as he reaches.
And he tugs. And tugs. And tugs]
What are you afraid of? Huh?!
[Its both a taunt and a demand. He wants to fight — anything but being stuck in this chair, feeling his sanity crack under her hand.]
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And he tugs. And tugs. And tugs]
What are you afraid of? Huh?!
[Its both a taunt and a demand. He wants to fight — anything but being stuck in this chair, feeling his sanity crack under her hand.]