[he isn't expecting fear. not from someone who mused so casually about not knowing it. lucky bastard. what kind of sheltered shit life has he gotten to live that he's never been scared before? behind his mask, his eyes narrow and his lips curl in malice. another one who lived in the light, heedless of the burden others suffered under. why the hell should they be let off free, enjoying existing in idyllic pleasure?]
I'm the one asking the question this time, idiot.
[before fisting the tower's center in a crushing grab, not caring for a moment he sends the cards crashing around his angry swat. he's never cared for a moment about winning or losing, only whether he was interested or not. there's no sense of fear or wariness in the man across from him, only a keening interest picking at his rising disgust. similar to that wretched old man leering at him in his own perverse curiosity. nothing more than a damn experiment.
he wants to ram his keyblade straight through this crap shot's chest.]
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I'm the one asking the question this time, idiot.
[before fisting the tower's center in a crushing grab, not caring for a moment he sends the cards crashing around his angry swat. he's never cared for a moment about winning or losing, only whether he was interested or not. there's no sense of fear or wariness in the man across from him, only a keening interest picking at his rising disgust. similar to that wretched old man leering at him in his own perverse curiosity. nothing more than a damn experiment.
he wants to ram his keyblade straight through this crap shot's chest.]
"Kill or be killed?"