[She says she's not angry, but she should be. If not for Noctis and Damian acting quickly, he could have seriously hurt her. He wanted to hurt her, for getting in the way and for stopping him from bloodying his hands. Part of him knows why she and the others did it. Part of him is well aware that there is a line that would have been crossed — one he wouldn't have been able to come back from later. He knows this, but the part of him that grew up in the streets still feels like it's been deprived of something vital.
An eye for an eye. Cutting down those who hurt one of your own. That's the way it's supposed to be.
But he knows it's not, and that if he threads down this path, he'll end up just like his adult self. A murderer. So exhaling sharply through his nose, he shakes his head at her. All he's carrying with him today is a rulebook and a pencil, his notebook set aside permanently.
On it, he writes:]
But I wanted to. You should be angry at me.
[Like, he absolutely wanted to wreck her for getting in his way. That's a fact.]
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An eye for an eye. Cutting down those who hurt one of your own. That's the way it's supposed to be.
But he knows it's not, and that if he threads down this path, he'll end up just like his adult self. A murderer. So exhaling sharply through his nose, he shakes his head at her. All he's carrying with him today is a rulebook and a pencil, his notebook set aside permanently.
On it, he writes:]
But I wanted to. You should be angry at me.
[Like, he absolutely wanted to wreck her for getting in his way. That's a fact.]