[it's true. she doesn't need to say a word for him to understand her intent, even if he wished he could feign ignorance on this point. Ciel... why? why would you bother with any of this? she doesn't realize what she's doing -- what she's asking of him by following him in here.
...and what is he supposed to do now?
step further in? lead her into this darkness? she had already lost something to the carnival; she know the dangers -- potentially, for both of them -- could be much more real than those normally for their ability to ignore regeneration. if he finds what he's looking for...
with HER at his side...
...
the sense of being cornered is strong. the sense of being utterly afraid -- of losing her; of having to go back; of acknowledging Cain had really-- ah. ...of everything... -- leaks into age-old coping mechanisms.
anger... frustration, edged with a desperate touch that inches into his eyes. wrath... the fear becomes vengeful hate... it promises to burn the feeling of being so frightened away, and to make sure he never has to look that fear in the eye again. just... destroy them all, and yourself with it. then you never have to worry about any of this again.
there is that manic intensity in his eyes as he jerks his wrist free, snapping around toward her and grabbing a handful of her shirt at the collar, giving her a shake enough to near lift her off her feet. that murderous hate might not be directed toward her -- but everything underlying is. why did you come here--? couldn't you simply leave him be?! didn't he tell you to stay safe? hasn't enough been lost already--?!
you--
are not supposed to...]
I said to get OUT of here! Before it's too late. Now!
[he'll find traces of that woman in this tunnel. he'll find her. he'll bide his time if be has to... he'll wait -- he can be very patient, after all. and when he gets to her -- when the chips finally fall in his favor...
...he will rip her apart. he'll tear them all apart for this. no one who had so much as a whisper of guilt in this will be allowed to live for the offense. but he already knows... he knows, none of it is true or real at all. he can't even fool himself.
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...and what is he supposed to do now?
step further in? lead her into this darkness? she had already lost something to the carnival; she know the dangers -- potentially, for both of them -- could be much more real than those normally for their ability to ignore regeneration. if he finds what he's looking for...
with HER at his side...
...
the sense of being cornered is strong. the sense of being utterly afraid -- of losing her; of having to go back; of acknowledging Cain had really-- ah. ...of everything... -- leaks into age-old coping mechanisms.
anger... frustration, edged with a desperate touch that inches into his eyes. wrath... the fear becomes vengeful hate... it promises to burn the feeling of being so frightened away, and to make sure he never has to look that fear in the eye again. just... destroy them all, and yourself with it. then you never have to worry about any of this again.
there is that manic intensity in his eyes as he jerks his wrist free, snapping around toward her and grabbing a handful of her shirt at the collar, giving her a shake enough to near lift her off her feet. that murderous hate might not be directed toward her -- but everything underlying is. why did you come here--? couldn't you simply leave him be?! didn't he tell you to stay safe? hasn't enough been lost already--?!
you--
are not supposed to...]
I said to get OUT of here! Before it's too late. Now!
[he'll find traces of that woman in this tunnel. he'll find her. he'll bide his time if be has to... he'll wait -- he can be very patient, after all. and when he gets to her -- when the chips finally fall in his favor...
...he will rip her apart. he'll tear them all apart for this. no one who had so much as a whisper of guilt in this will be allowed to live for the offense. but he already knows... he knows, none of it is true or real at all. he can't even fool himself.
not anymore.]