[He's getting so worked up, but it just tightens the words, not a crack splitting the thawing ice, instead the avalanche thundering closer and worse.]
Is a reasonable choice to make, when there is even a sliver of a possibility to find a better way? [He can feel his fucking demon aura from hell behind him! All the weeks of pent up emotion, conviction, anger, hurt, but more importantly, he just can't hold it back. Like the avalanche is at his back but still, he will hold it back with his stupid brick wall he hand built layer by layer, because that's what does: the impossible!]
Or perhaps do you think, I expected someone who throws birthday cakes at parties and fire extinguishers at wormholes, whom I know to be the strongest I have ever met, who said they would be their own weapon, to pick up what I put down, and instead of embracing the inevitable end--
[Deep fucking breath. He's holding up under the strain, but barely! And not well.]
Would do the impossible with me? Defy the rules. Remember that I reject saving myself constantly, [SUCH a feral snarl!] And must be rescued not for my own sake-- [The wall breaks. Nobunaga's Bei did its best. It was meant for assassins and war, after all, not avalanches. But it did enough. It stopped the momentum all that's left now is force.] But For Those WHO GIVE A DAMN ABOUT Me.
[The avalanche has landed. There are rumblings in the distance, probably a joke to make about Fleetwood Mac's Landslide, but it won't be from Nobunaga. He's not calm, but he hasn't moved once. Unprecedented for the fidgety physically affectionate Demon King who preferred to let his hands do the talking.]
What does the cute cursed secret genius strongest of all time, but egregiously disappointed me ex have to say? [It's almost his usual playful tone. Except his eyes are ice, and his face is wrath and pain.] Do you think perhaps I meant someone who couldn't spare a thought to try something other than let the Captain and Skulduggery punish themselves, because magic, would be hurt so greatly being near me they should indeed run as you did, because they're much too weak to choose it for themselves -- or perhaps, you'd rather listen to your lying voice, because you've decided to choose it over your happiness and welfare.
[His voice slips into his demon king voice. All intense, low, raspy.] Choose carefully.
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Is a reasonable choice to make, when there is even a sliver of a possibility to find a better way? [He can feel his fucking demon aura from hell behind him! All the weeks of pent up emotion, conviction, anger, hurt, but more importantly, he just can't hold it back. Like the avalanche is at his back but still, he will hold it back with his stupid brick wall he hand built layer by layer, because that's what does: the impossible!]
Or perhaps do you think, I expected someone who throws birthday cakes at parties and fire extinguishers at wormholes, whom I know to be the strongest I have ever met, who said they would be their own weapon, to pick up what I put down, and instead of embracing the inevitable end--
[Deep fucking breath. He's holding up under the strain, but barely! And not well.]
Would do the impossible with me? Defy the rules. Remember that I reject saving myself constantly, [SUCH a feral snarl!] And must be rescued not for my own sake-- [The wall breaks. Nobunaga's Bei did its best. It was meant for assassins and war, after all, not avalanches. But it did enough. It stopped the momentum all that's left now is force.] But For Those WHO GIVE A DAMN ABOUT Me.
[The avalanche has landed. There are rumblings in the distance, probably a joke to make about Fleetwood Mac's Landslide, but it won't be from Nobunaga. He's not calm, but he hasn't moved once. Unprecedented for the fidgety physically affectionate Demon King who preferred to let his hands do the talking.]
What does the cute cursed secret genius strongest of all time, but egregiously disappointed me ex have to say? [It's almost his usual playful tone. Except his eyes are ice, and his face is wrath and pain.] Do you think perhaps I meant someone who couldn't spare a thought to try something other than let the Captain and Skulduggery punish themselves, because magic, would be hurt so greatly being near me they should indeed run as you did, because they're much too weak to choose it for themselves -- or perhaps, you'd rather listen to your lying voice, because you've decided to choose it over your happiness and welfare.
[His voice slips into his demon king voice. All intense, low, raspy.] Choose carefully.