[ he remains quiet because it upset him more than he understood, because he hadn't been kind to her out of need. he didn't flirt with her like most girls he met, didn't try to use her like all the other people he knew. he would have certainly sacrificed her for his sister, but there was no need to use her or lie to her. now, something ugly stirred inside him, the pressing knowledge that he knew she could fight and possibly fight well, and he was the leader of a terrorist organization who could use that power. no, needed that power, because he needed to save his sister and he would discard people like trash and plant bombs under their cars without a second thought.
but he hadn't met her to use her, and it was ugly to see the only person so far in the godforsaken city who he'd shown, for a second, parts of himself that weren't manipulated, created, fictional, not the joking schoolboy and not the cold murderer running the city, but the parts of himself that were good, was someone he would need to use.
he calms himself, though, and touches her elbow again in a sign of apology, and keeps his voice calm. ] Sorry, I didn't mean to overreact. May I see your dagger?
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but he hadn't met her to use her, and it was ugly to see the only person so far in the godforsaken city who he'd shown, for a second, parts of himself that weren't manipulated, created, fictional, not the joking schoolboy and not the cold murderer running the city, but the parts of himself that were good, was someone he would need to use.
he calms himself, though, and touches her elbow again in a sign of apology, and keeps his voice calm. ] Sorry, I didn't mean to overreact. May I see your dagger?