[Ajax won't pretend like he doesn't know what this is about, standing there as solidly as one can with an injured leg and ribs. Though he tries to see it from her point of view, how she must look at him and not see the same person anymore. How that sight alone might bother her terribly, to be shocked with it in the aftermath of what could have been a deadly outcome.
He sighs, closing his eyes for a moment to center himself, before he continues.]
I'm still me. I'm still Ajax Volkov. You know, the guy you punched right in the jaw? I haven't changed.
[Though when he says it, he's still unsure if he believes his own words. He's noticed a difference in his demeanor- and it was during that fight. He's never craved for violence so much in his life, enjoyed it so much. Even now, his mind drifts to fighting far more than it ever has before.]
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[Ajax won't pretend like he doesn't know what this is about, standing there as solidly as one can with an injured leg and ribs. Though he tries to see it from her point of view, how she must look at him and not see the same person anymore. How that sight alone might bother her terribly, to be shocked with it in the aftermath of what could have been a deadly outcome.
He sighs, closing his eyes for a moment to center himself, before he continues.]
I'm still me. I'm still Ajax Volkov. You know, the guy you punched right in the jaw? I haven't changed.
[Though when he says it, he's still unsure if he believes his own words. He's noticed a difference in his demeanor- and it was during that fight. He's never craved for violence so much in his life, enjoyed it so much. Even now, his mind drifts to fighting far more than it ever has before.]