[He makes a feral sound and leans forward, pushing into that wall he's somehow managed to erect. He can see and feel how she struggles against him. It feels like he is bleeding somehwere -- his wrists, maybe. Out of his lungs, his heart, he can't tell. All he knows is that his fury is stronger than her's, if he just lets himself feel it.
So he does. They took his father from him -- they wouldn't take his mother too.]
You're right. I won't.
[Yes, her intent is clear to him now. She wants him to crumble in her hands, so she can deliver a prize to the Supreme Leader that isn't competition for her own place at his side.]
This isn't what you want.
[He digs in return, and tries to find what she does want instead. If she was going to keep playing this game with him, then he was going to make use of it. He's too deep into his need to turn it against her that the oily sensation that slides down his spine doesn't register.]
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So he does. They took his father from him -- they wouldn't take his mother too.]
You're right. I won't.
[Yes, her intent is clear to him now. She wants him to crumble in her hands, so she can deliver a prize to the Supreme Leader that isn't competition for her own place at his side.]
This isn't what you want.
[He digs in return, and tries to find what she does want instead. If she was going to keep playing this game with him, then he was going to make use of it. He's too deep into his need to turn it against her that the oily sensation that slides down his spine doesn't register.]