con’t from here.
Nah, I don't think you do. It's what he wants to say.
But who the hell is he, huh? Standing there stripped with no sense of that familiar cry for battle scraping at the innermost hinges of his mind, no expected echo of his name as the other half of his soul begged for release. He felt it since he first got here. His powers are gone again and when she throws her own emotional wrapped mess of a bullshit retort it takes everything in him ( hell, everything he doesn't have anymore ) not to let loose with the war of words coagulating against the back of teeth gritted so tight it makes him wanna fucking scream.
Funny how he'd have given anything for a normal life before. Too bad he already gave his all to everyone and everything he cared about.
Careful what you wish for my ass.
He can't protect anyone like this. Here he is, a god awful stubborn and too damn human of a brat when it came to someone he's got history with, hands fisting indignantly at his sides just before the ache in his tongue loosens and god damn - does it hurt. It hurts 'cause she's right. There’s an insatiable boil in his blood and even if he can’t, he’s still gotta fight.
"What the hell is that supposed t'mean?! I don't shy away 'cause I can't. The second I do others get hurt. Now that I know you're here too.. what happens then? Wanna call me a coward for wantin' to protect you I guess that's just how it is. If this is about doin' shit for myself I can take it. I'm fine."













