[Does he actually expect her to kneel before him, with her gaze trained on him with that fierce horror? Perhaps not. He's familiar enough with that look to know better than to expect trust from someone wearing it — but still, if someone is going to break the pretence of normalcy, he'd rather it not be him.
He is stone-faced as she throws her indictment at him, as if the words don't sting at all. If he focuses enough on his resentment (built up over decades upon decades — long before she'd ever been born), he can pretend not to feel anything else.]
At least look me in the eye if you've a mind to insult me.
[Because it clearly wasn't meant as a compliment. Yes, he smells of Zenite blood — the blood of the man who had wronged Hayame, perhaps even betrayed her, and injured her while she was vulnerable. How vile, how filthy, for him to stain his teeth instead of his blade with that blood. How degenerate of him to drink it instead of spilling it on the ground.
And she speaks of knowing? As if this was something a sane person would ever speak of to anyone.]
You know full well why I never breathed a word of this to you before.
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He is stone-faced as she throws her indictment at him, as if the words don't sting at all. If he focuses enough on his resentment (built up over decades upon decades — long before she'd ever been born), he can pretend not to feel anything else.]
At least look me in the eye if you've a mind to insult me.
[Because it clearly wasn't meant as a compliment. Yes, he smells of Zenite blood — the blood of the man who had wronged Hayame, perhaps even betrayed her, and injured her while she was vulnerable. How vile, how filthy, for him to stain his teeth instead of his blade with that blood. How degenerate of him to drink it instead of spilling it on the ground.
And she speaks of knowing? As if this was something a sane person would ever speak of to anyone.]
You know full well why I never breathed a word of this to you before.