[ Something ugly and frustrated flickers in his heart. He wants to protest, to validate himself by claiming his acts: slaughtering monsters and addicts from Kowloon, standing against Shard-Bearers where he could find them, and pitting myself against Highstorm's house-armies hunting your civilians.
He won't though. Words are cheap. ]
Rather than dictating words I use to describe my intent, I expect you to name them. Failing to do so appears as though you prefer to harbor them because you are not hearing what you want.
[ Hearing her demand he affix certain terms to his intentions is what causes his mind to slip, to tremble to one side and leave conscious thought stumbling. To reduce him further to base instinct, as if she is in the way of his hunt. And for what? Words. ]
If you do not name them, I will hold you in contempt of justice long-overdue among Zenites. For words mean nothing, in the end. Only action will guarantee anything.
no subject
He won't though. Words are cheap. ]
Rather than dictating words I use to describe my intent, I expect you to name them. Failing to do so appears as though you prefer to harbor them because you are not hearing what you want.
[ Hearing her demand he affix certain terms to his intentions is what causes his mind to slip, to tremble to one side and leave conscious thought stumbling. To reduce him further to base instinct, as if she is in the way of his hunt. And for what? Words. ]
If you do not name them, I will hold you in contempt of justice long-overdue among Zenites. For words mean nothing, in the end. Only action will guarantee anything.