The confusion drops off his face like a switch had been pressed, his voice abruptly flat and cold and as empty as his eyes. He can't say he's unfamiliar with targets trying to appeal to his better nature, his humanity, because people will say and do anything in the moments before death, but it's never sparked a physical reaction in him before and he can only take that as an attack. Something to defend himself from.
This man keeps looking at him like the very sight of his face causes pain, like every word he says or move he makes is ...wrong, somehow, a disappointment. A failed test. He doesn't know what to do with that, but he knows he doesn't like it.
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The confusion drops off his face like a switch had been pressed, his voice abruptly flat and cold and as empty as his eyes. He can't say he's unfamiliar with targets trying to appeal to his better nature, his humanity, because people will say and do anything in the moments before death, but it's never sparked a physical reaction in him before and he can only take that as an attack. Something to defend himself from.
This man keeps looking at him like the very sight of his face causes pain, like every word he says or move he makes is ...wrong, somehow, a disappointment. A failed test. He doesn't know what to do with that, but he knows he doesn't like it.