[her analysis of his weaponry would likely be accurate -- aside from being modified to pack a punch with specialized ammunition... there was nothing outstanding or remarkable about it. the power of the gun came more in what he did with it, rather than its constitution itself. 'Agent Crusnik' was a rather adept marksman, though that was hardly why he was a member of the AX.
...
but though he brandishes the Peacekeeper and there's intent in his eyes -- though he's staring her down as though she were less than nothing... it's completely hollow. a falsehood. it's a show of smoke and mirrors to deflect from the real truth at hand.
he was that man who was capable of pulling the trigger without regret, once. he's betting all his chips on the hope that he could convince her he still might be, so she'll retreat rather then continue to stand in his way now. the fact she remains directly where she is-- no... not just staying there, but...
with that look in her eyes...
...
stop.
his jaw tightens some minuscule degree. stop it. --you have to turn back now, before it's truly too late!! don't you understand--?!
his finger closes some hairline tighter over that trigger.]
--Don't.
[there's a slightly hoarse edge to that word -- it's even more a warning than anything he could say. but it isn't a warning of potential violence; rather, it's a signal that the opposite is inevitable. he couldn't hurt her... does she believe he could? no. Ciel was never in any danger from the start.
...but if she won't take the bait... if she won't turn away -- if she won't accept this...]
Don't.
[it's a plea disguised as warning. please don't do this.
look the other way.
just turn around... and go back where you came. please... please. go back. GO BACK.]
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...
but though he brandishes the Peacekeeper and there's intent in his eyes -- though he's staring her down as though she were less than nothing... it's completely hollow. a falsehood. it's a show of smoke and mirrors to deflect from the real truth at hand.
he was that man who was capable of pulling the trigger without regret, once. he's betting all his chips on the hope that he could convince her he still might be, so she'll retreat rather then continue to stand in his way now. the fact she remains directly where she is-- no... not just staying there, but...
with that look in her eyes...
...
stop.
his jaw tightens some minuscule degree. stop it. --you have to turn back now, before it's truly too late!! don't you understand--?!
his finger closes some hairline tighter over that trigger.]
--Don't.
[there's a slightly hoarse edge to that word -- it's even more a warning than anything he could say. but it isn't a warning of potential violence; rather, it's a signal that the opposite is inevitable. he couldn't hurt her... does she believe he could? no. Ciel was never in any danger from the start.
...but if she won't take the bait... if she won't turn away -- if she won't accept this...]
Don't.
[it's a plea disguised as warning. please don't do this.
look the other way.
just turn around... and go back where you came. please... please. go back. GO BACK.]