[Familiarish. Is this fun? It must be a palely delivered joke, because Sasuke feels as far from it as if he stands on the edge of a knife, ready to plunge to his awaited doom. Another nightmare, or another dream. A reel of all his mistakes pitted against the guilty, awful pleasure of intimacy that will never be real.
His gaze skates back, studying the man's Watch, then again away, jumping as though from hot coals. He can't look at that face directly without seeing it above him. He torments himself even in his own mind.]
It's true, I can't tell what you are, nor do I know how strong you might be. I'd have to battle you to determine that for myself. [His hand tightens, a flex of fingers that whitens the knuckles over rolled bandages.] But I don't see any reason to believe you would try to kill me. Perhaps that will change, if your own life is threatened.
[It should be arrogance—once, it was some desperate child's best attempt at it—but now Sasuke's face wears a look of resignation more than cocky confidence. That, if coerced, he will fight but not to win. He will fight to kill.
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His gaze skates back, studying the man's Watch, then again away, jumping as though from hot coals. He can't look at that face directly without seeing it above him. He torments himself even in his own mind.]
It's true, I can't tell what you are, nor do I know how strong you might be. I'd have to battle you to determine that for myself. [His hand tightens, a flex of fingers that whitens the knuckles over rolled bandages.] But I don't see any reason to believe you would try to kill me. Perhaps that will change, if your own life is threatened.
[It should be arrogance—once, it was some desperate child's best attempt at it—but now Sasuke's face wears a look of resignation more than cocky confidence. That, if coerced, he will fight but not to win. He will fight to kill.
He speaks plainly:]
I've hurt people before.