Cheater? I suppose you believing I'm breaking the rules makes you feel better.
[ he lowers himself to the ground to stand on his own two feet, but keeps the pressure on to keep gen pinned. ]
I was never going to kill you from the start. The Tree gets sort of bummed when we die, and I don't need you withholding vital information from me out of spite, so you'll get to live another day.
[ not that john has any say in who gets what information from the Tree, but there is no point in sending his enemies off to potentially get magic dreams he'll never get to hear about. ]
First of all, I still want the necklace. That is what this is all about, after all.
[ since anyone could have assumed this was all personal. ]
Secondly, you have a commendable amount of fight in you, given what you've endured so far, but I've broken better people with more significant reasons to hate me.
[ he tilts his head and seems to be considering something, savouring the moment. this is what it's all about, honestly. he doesn't care that he's literally stepping on someone to make himself feel powerful. that's the point of having power! when you need to, you get to grind little punks into the dust. ]
Everyone has something. Everyone has their "thing." The one thing they couldn't live without. Something I could take from you, and you'd beg me to put you out of your misery...
[ another one of the legs arches up over john's head, a hovering spike seeking a target. ]
I meanโ that arm of yours is pretty fucked already. Going for a matching set?
[ john brings it lower, letting it sit poised above gen's head, tensed enough to shake a bit with anticipation. ]
Your tongue would definitely shut you up. We have something called the Sewn Tongue where I'm from. Can you imagine what that might entail? Or, hmm, what about your legs?
[ the limb held just over gen's forehead doesn't move, but two of the others do, driven through both thighs to pin him like a specimen on a board. john, of course, is delighted with his own sense of dramatic timing. he loves to hear himself talk, but it's at least clear that he's nearing the end of his speech. ]
The point is that it's effortless to take that from you any time I want. Not to be all, "I have over ten billion confirmed kills," but: maybe do not fuck with me.
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[ he lowers himself to the ground to stand on his own two feet, but keeps the pressure on to keep gen pinned. ]
I was never going to kill you from the start. The Tree gets sort of bummed when we die, and I don't need you withholding vital information from me out of spite, so you'll get to live another day.
[ not that john has any say in who gets what information from the Tree, but there is no point in sending his enemies off to potentially get magic dreams he'll never get to hear about. ]
First of all, I still want the necklace. That is what this is all about, after all.
[ since anyone could have assumed this was all personal. ]
Secondly, you have a commendable amount of fight in you, given what you've endured so far, but I've broken better people with more significant reasons to hate me.
[ he tilts his head and seems to be considering something, savouring the moment. this is what it's all about, honestly. he doesn't care that he's literally stepping on someone to make himself feel powerful. that's the point of having power! when you need to, you get to grind little punks into the dust. ]
Everyone has something. Everyone has their "thing." The one thing they couldn't live without. Something I could take from you, and you'd beg me to put you out of your misery...
[ another one of the legs arches up over john's head, a hovering spike seeking a target. ]
I meanโ that arm of yours is pretty fucked already. Going for a matching set?
[ john brings it lower, letting it sit poised above gen's head, tensed enough to shake a bit with anticipation. ]
Your tongue would definitely shut you up. We have something called the Sewn Tongue where I'm from. Can you imagine what that might entail? Or, hmm, what about your legs?
[ the limb held just over gen's forehead doesn't move, but two of the others do, driven through both thighs to pin him like a specimen on a board. john, of course, is delighted with his own sense of dramatic timing. he loves to hear himself talk, but it's at least clear that he's nearing the end of his speech. ]
The point is that it's effortless to take that from you any time I want. Not to be all, "I have over ten billion confirmed kills," but: maybe do not fuck with me.