[That expression only serves to fuel the fire, his anger at its limits, using her to manipulate him like this. His eyes dart to the phone, watching himself kiss Aether on the screen before she snaps it away before he can even think to reach out and take it from her. Unbelievable, this absolute nightmare of a person.
He only glares back at her when she digs into his shirt, scowling at being called Master Ajax. It's insulting, and he steps backwards to rip her hands out of it. He can't stand the thought of her being puppeteered like this, and won't allow her to touch him.
But still, the growing feeling of helplessness grows in his stomach, as he sits on the stone seat in front of the mirror.]
Shut up.
[He's sick of hearing her voice used against him like this. It's like someone's taking his heart and sending it through a grater.]
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He only glares back at her when she digs into his shirt, scowling at being called Master Ajax. It's insulting, and he steps backwards to rip her hands out of it. He can't stand the thought of her being puppeteered like this, and won't allow her to touch him.
But still, the growing feeling of helplessness grows in his stomach, as he sits on the stone seat in front of the mirror.]
Shut up.
[He's sick of hearing her voice used against him like this. It's like someone's taking his heart and sending it through a grater.]
I'm sitting. Now what?