[ For one shocked moment, the memory of Christine's face as he'd warped her care into self-congratulation is so visceral it conjures in him the same cornered animal ferocity he'd hurled at her then. Sneer becomes snarl, teeth bared, breath an inward hiss. But Takeshi is not the same frantic, scrapping thing he'd been then, biting at the only hand who'd cared enough to feed it. And he could never hope to be her.
Seconds spread between them, Takeshi cold and clear and flat, Stephen clenched and closed and burning. You can't save me, Stephen.. Fuck you, Takeshi.
I'm already dead.
Seconds. Seconds more. And he's angry, scared, but not stupid. He knows there's no walking away. Just like he knows why she could and he can't. A few steps carry him past the remains of a fire, into Takeshi's space. He finds a spot as close as limbs will allow to plant his feet and lower into a crouch, eye to eye. Expression smoothed from its instinctive reaction, leaving behind only tension. The trappings of frustration, fear. ]
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Seconds spread between them, Takeshi cold and clear and flat, Stephen clenched and closed and burning. You can't save me, Stephen.. Fuck you, Takeshi.
I'm already dead.
Seconds. Seconds more. And he's angry, scared, but not stupid. He knows there's no walking away. Just like he knows why she could and he can't. A few steps carry him past the remains of a fire, into Takeshi's space. He finds a spot as close as limbs will allow to plant his feet and lower into a crouch, eye to eye. Expression smoothed from its instinctive reaction, leaving behind only tension. The trappings of frustration, fear. ]
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