His hands balled up at his sides, teeth gritting and grinding to the point of hurting inside his maw. Guess the lack of audience is really amping the emotional hurt on both sides. Voice unfiltered, weapons drawn and to think, this wasn't supposed to even go this far! A hand reaches out and jabs her in the chest, vile and vemon lacing inside every word he speaks, his tone lowered dangerously.
⸺ ❝ You better watch your mouth, Ragatha. I was going easy on you, if anything. Like you even know my life in the slightest! Maybe I lied about anything I've ever told you about myself! Did you ever care to take that into consideration? But no, you, you always lay your trauma out to be exploited and what have I done? Kept your secrets safe! I...?! ❞ His hands now puffs and beat a moment at his chest to showcase himself, ❝ IIIII didn't have to do that! But for once, you're finally being the person that I always knew you were! That you hide from everyone else! You're a joke. And I hope you always remember that. ❞
The audacity this one man had was incredibly uncanny. If it was true, if everything he's opened up to her about had all been lies, then why was he being so guarded about it? She has him figured out, pinned into a metaphorical corner and she'd be damned to not let out some pent out feelings and aggression.
His jab did nothing to her, his words almost the same effect; because it wasn't the first time hearing it. And she's sure it wouldn't be the last. That was the fire that pressed her forward, to keep backing him into a wall. Maybe he'd be like an egg and finally crack.
⸺ ❝ We can play this game, Jax! That's what you love to do so much right? Pretend you don't have feelings?! You need to hear it! You need to get humbled because your ego is so unbelievably inflated that you believe your own lies! Nobody asked you to do that for me! You chose to do that! You're the joke! Congratulations Jax! Everyone hates you! Are you proud of yourself? What would Ribbit and Kaufmo think of the person you've become? ❞
