He was waiting for her answer, holding his breath. Hoping. No, not daring to hope. That'd be fucking stupid.
"You have always been free to leave. There's no reason for you to stay. I can't promise you anything."
Yeah, exactly.
The wrong answer.
He straightened, his face a mask, his jaw clenched.
"If I knew you wouldn't hurt me, maybe... it would be different. But I'm not sure I could believe you, even if you promised never to do so."
Fuck this.
He turned away, his back stiff.
Could either of them even promise such a thing? Destruction was what they did, even to each other. And to those closest to them. He could be something to her, he knew he could. She could be something to him. But he wasn't going to ask again. How many times had he tried already? Though not as openly.. He felt he was laid as bare as he could let himself be.
He'd never been good at emotions; his or otherwise. Not especially his. So he walked. He needed to think. Or to not think for a while. He needed to kill something. Put himself in a stupor of exhaustion, a haze of nothingness. He needed to wake up in a pool of blood and wonder how much of it was his own.
Good thing he was experienced at that.
He was built to destroy. Created to annihilate. Oddly enough, for the purpose of protection, though that truth may have been long forgotten by those that knew him. He knew how to do it though. Was the very best at it. He had nothing to lose. And he had everything to fight for.
He just couldn't remember exactly what that was just then.
But he would.
we're slaves to any semblance of touch
Lord, we should quit but we love it too much
