[...They can't drag this out. Lavi sees the shadow distort, a child's shape, smaller than his Gramps. He hears the voice, the blood -- even now, his mind is shaping dots and connecting them -- even as the words keep coming, formed like arrows as they land on his back -- one after the other
Date, questioning: There’s a place for observers too. But you don’t get bummed out by inaction?
Kura, following: ...You're pretty tough, huh?
Persephone, weeping: You didn't even know.
Lavi curls his arm back and aims a fist right at Junhyeong's face, snarling,]
Keep your eyes on my face, asshole!
[there's no more trauma, there's only a twink (lavi) that needs to be obliterated]
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Date, questioning: There’s a place for observers too. But you don’t get bummed out by inaction?
Kura, following: ...You're pretty tough, huh?
Persephone, weeping: You didn't even know.
Lavi curls his arm back and aims a fist right at Junhyeong's face, snarling,]
Keep your eyes on my face, asshole!
[there's no more trauma, there's only a twink (lavi) that needs to be obliterated]