But it's just--it's just lines and columns and points of data on fucking charts about how they've hurt people! None of it should ever be seen again! Being able to boil people down to chemical compounds and 'reactions to stimuli' isn't--
[ natural? right? Wolfwood chokes on the word, on the crawling anguish in his throat, the anger and pain and ghost of himself as a little boy that has nowhere to go but down to his guts to twist and writhe.
he feels trapped in himself, agonized and hateful, angry, so angry; he can't make the air steam like Dante can to signal just how close he is to picking the Cross Punisher up again and spinning the laser around without any regard for who might be in any other direction--it's all in the tension in his shoulders, the shake in his hand, the grit of his not-entirely-human-looking teeth.
he looks like a caged animal, postured like he's remembering a shipping container of his own, the ghosts of his own chains still heavy on his neck. ]
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[ natural? right? Wolfwood chokes on the word, on the crawling anguish in his throat, the anger and pain and ghost of himself as a little boy that has nowhere to go but down to his guts to twist and writhe.
he feels trapped in himself, agonized and hateful, angry, so angry; he can't make the air steam like Dante can to signal just how close he is to picking the Cross Punisher up again and spinning the laser around without any regard for who might be in any other direction--it's all in the tension in his shoulders, the shake in his hand, the grit of his not-entirely-human-looking teeth.
he looks like a caged animal, postured like he's remembering a shipping container of his own, the ghosts of his own chains still heavy on his neck. ]