@rebornterror
Infinite liked to think of himself as calm, collected, and without emotional attachment. There was no love lost for what he used to be and no desire to turn back. His former self was dead and if he were ever to be bested in battle, he hoped his opponent simply slay him. It was less cruel than leaving him to live with yet another failure. Yet another mental hurdle he couldn’t jump. It was for these reasons that when faced with this mirror image of exactly everything he hated about himself, all he felt was disgust. Disdain for this worthless thing that he used to call himself.
“Well, aren’t you just pathetic,”
Those words left him before he could even stop himself, finally dropping from the skies to land right in their personal space. Verbally berating this weaker version of himself seemed wrong, cruel, but... it felt good. As if he were taking out all the frustrations he had always harbored toward himself on something that he could throw away like garbage when he was done. They would be a lovely distraction from his own inner turmoil, letting him shrug it off onto this vile insect.
Claws came up to touch this copy’s face, dragging his palm across their cheek and down to the back of their neck. Careful not to draw blood, but still letting the threat of those razor sharp claws remain present. “Look at you... So helpless. What lead you to this place, vermin?”
