And yet, all these similarities! You can't blame me for being nostalgic.
[Agitation is good. Agitation provides distraction. Truth be told, Petre could go for that gun and overpower the man. He did not get the chance to see what he could really do before the official stepped in that first time.]
[He's not heartless, but he literally has no soul. Which is meaningful somehow, even if the idea of the soul is a bit too conceptual for Cole to make any solid judgments on that fact.]
Yeah, I would too. Getting grabbed by some stranger out of nowhere means kill or be killed for some of us. You better learn that pretty quick.
[The rigidity is slowly going out of his arms, elbows bending ever so slightly. He's losing steam fast here, as much as he still has an answer for everything.]
[The two sides of him are warring fiercely inside him, that old one that would wipe him out just for questioning and the new one that wants to erase the old. He had a reason when he came here, but now he's just hopelessly caught between pride and morality.]
Did I do anything to him? Leave a mark? No. So we're good. You can stare at your face and have it stare back and look just as pretty. Everybody's happy.
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[Agitation is good. Agitation provides distraction. Truth be told, Petre could go for that gun and overpower the man. He did not get the chance to see what he could really do before the official stepped in that first time.]
That's hurtful.
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[And Cole's indulged that desire when it suited him, hasn't he? He never said he was perfect, but he was trying to improve, once.]
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[and look at him, proving Petre was right to want him around.]
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You didn't have to attack him.
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He attacked me first.
[as all these men with your face seem to do.]
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[The rigidity is slowly going out of his arms, elbows bending ever so slightly. He's losing steam fast here, as much as he still has an answer for everything.]
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[oohohhhhhhh]
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[He pushes the gun forward a little, nudging it against Petre's forehead.]
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[Not sneaky at all.]
So what're you doing with it.
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[That's the only reason he can think of for Petre being so calm.]
I've killed for less. Way less. You shouldn't test me.
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[testing you all the way.]
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[The two sides of him are warring fiercely inside him, that old one that would wipe him out just for questioning and the new one that wants to erase the old. He had a reason when he came here, but now he's just hopelessly caught between pride and morality.]
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[All that talk about what he had to do to survive. Let's see if the instinct is still there.]
Why do you care so much about what I did.
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I'm not shooting you to impress you.
[The tension's broken, or at least thinner in the air. Of all the stupid things. And he nearly did it, too.]
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[reverse psychology works. Damn.]
What are you going to do, then? Or was Birkhoff just an excuse.
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[He's even tucked his gun into the back of his pants again, though. The threat is over for now.]
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[he spreads his arms, hands open.]
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[He looks ready to walk away now, apparently satisfied at least. If not happy, not exactly.]
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[he'll be the judge of what you've got to do with him.]
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