Even before those strangled, choked words escape Kaeya's lips, Gen knows that something about this situation is desperately wrong, the short hairs at the back of his neck standing on end as he watches Kaeya turns to Misa with the jerky, uneven movements of a dying animal. And though he'd been fighting against his restraints in fruitless fashion, he freezes when he sees that desperate look in Kaeya's eyes, his breath catching in his lungs for a moment before he snarls, ]
-- Misa, get away from him!
[ He almost dislocates his own shoulder with how fiercely he fights to free himself. Not that it amounts to much more than the creak of plant fibers firmly holding him in place.
Gaze wild and spittle flecking from his mouth, Gen looks every inch like a feral animal as he struggles against his restraints despite the way they wind tighter, tighter around his ribcage. And he's barely even thinking about what he says, even as he spits out venomously between ragged breaths, ]
Kaeya, I swear, if you dare -- [ '-- kill yourself.' Those words catch in his throat with a choked noise; his thoughts spiral back to a darker moment from before he'd ended up in Horos. (A knife lying on tatami mats, the blade gleaming with blood. The wheezing breaths of someone desperately injured. A self-inflicted wound.) Speaking any further becomes impossible, his voice petering off to something painfully quiet and breathless. But Gen still rasps, soft and hoarse: ] -- don't ... don't you dare ...
[ Why. Why the hell is everyone around him so eager to die? (He thinks, hypocritically.) ]
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Something's terribly, terribly wrong.
Even before those strangled, choked words escape Kaeya's lips, Gen knows that something about this situation is desperately wrong, the short hairs at the back of his neck standing on end as he watches Kaeya turns to Misa with the jerky, uneven movements of a dying animal. And though he'd been fighting against his restraints in fruitless fashion, he freezes when he sees that desperate look in Kaeya's eyes, his breath catching in his lungs for a moment before he snarls, ]
-- Misa, get away from him!
[ He almost dislocates his own shoulder with how fiercely he fights to free himself. Not that it amounts to much more than the creak of plant fibers firmly holding him in place.
Gaze wild and spittle flecking from his mouth, Gen looks every inch like a feral animal as he struggles against his restraints despite the way they wind tighter, tighter around his ribcage. And he's barely even thinking about what he says, even as he spits out venomously between ragged breaths, ]
Kaeya, I swear, if you dare -- [ '-- kill yourself.' Those words catch in his throat with a choked noise; his thoughts spiral back to a darker moment from before he'd ended up in Horos. (A knife lying on tatami mats, the blade gleaming with blood. The wheezing breaths of someone desperately injured. A self-inflicted wound.) Speaking any further becomes impossible, his voice petering off to something painfully quiet and breathless. But Gen still rasps, soft and hoarse: ] -- don't ... don't you dare ...
[ Why. Why the hell is everyone around him so eager to die? (He thinks, hypocritically.) ]