[ He pounces, sensing an opening. A pressure point. Not like Gold had any problem tiring him out last time. It took hours. Some impressive goddamn shit right there. You wouldn't think Gold had it in him, to look at him. But people surprise you sometimes. All those layers underneath the surface. All those secret pieces of themselves they keep locked down. And there's always that question, isn't there? How far would he go if Carver got him well and truly angry?
Oh, they could find out. They could fucking find out.
There's something wrong with him, Carver thinks distantly. This part of him that always has to push when things get quiet. He wasn't always like this.
But he is now. And pushing someone else into violence is better than being trapped in stillness, with his own thoughts ripping wild through his skull. ]
I think about it, [ he continues, vicious. ] I think about what you'd do once you worked up the nerve.
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[ He pounces, sensing an opening. A pressure point. Not like Gold had any problem tiring him out last time. It took hours. Some impressive goddamn shit right there. You wouldn't think Gold had it in him, to look at him. But people surprise you sometimes. All those layers underneath the surface. All those secret pieces of themselves they keep locked down. And there's always that question, isn't there? How far would he go if Carver got him well and truly angry?
Oh, they could find out. They could fucking find out.
There's something wrong with him, Carver thinks distantly. This part of him that always has to push when things get quiet. He wasn't always like this.
But he is now. And pushing someone else into violence is better than being trapped in stillness, with his own thoughts ripping wild through his skull. ]
I think about it, [ he continues, vicious. ] I think about what you'd do once you worked up the nerve.