Sadness was something that Giegue tried to destroy in himself long ago, and to see that his efforts failed because of a human child of all things was angering to him. He hated how loosing Maria still haunted him, he hated how easily that remorse could compromise him, he hated how he had no one to blame for this all but himself....
Whatever pain he was feeling before was quickly masked by the wrath that consumes him, refusing to let his signs of weakness show any longer. The monster’s maw opened up into a menacing smirk lined with razor sharp teeth, laughing at the human for thinking anything he could do would fix what was wrong with him.
❝You, hurting me? How adorable... If you hadn’t exploited that petty weakness of mine, your body would have been burnt to cinders just for having the audacity to bother me.❞
Clawed fingertips idly drummed against his side, with crackles of psychokinetic energy erupting from them with every impact they made. Whatever feelings of empathy he had for Lucas or admiration for his attempts at befriending him were all irrelevant for as long as he let that anger consume him. He would never let himself get close to a human again, not after all the times they’ve hurt him, and he wanted to make sure that Lucas was fully aware of that.
❝There’s no point in talking about the two that raised me, it’s not as if it can raise them from their graves. All you need to know about that grudge is that a human stole the secret of PSI, I had the responsibility of killing off all traces of it on earth, and I ordered two wars against humanity with the intent of making them all go extinct. I would gladly cause a third one if I had the resources to do so, for no other purpose than to make them suffer...❞
An almost sickening chuckle could be heard from the alien not long after mentioning the possibility of another war, taking great pleasure in the thought of slaying every last member of the species that made his life miserable.
But his sadistic grin struggled to keep its form, and the cruelty in his voice was slowly dwindling, becoming less and less stable with only his old, tired vengeance motivating him. He had no reason to let his anger out on Lucas like this, and Giegue hasn’t struck him yet because he was still aware of that, but old habits that die so hard...
❝If you must know, my name is Giegue, although your kind called me Giygas during the second war. You’re desire to mend my wounds is precious, but any further attempts would be nothing short of pointless.❞
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