His hands are in fists too, now -- tension solid through his shoulders and his face, dragging his brows down and his expression dark. There's something invigorating about having this again, and having Mitsuru with him strengthens it: both the emotion, and his firm grasp on it.
It's not anger that's running away with them -- it's that they're allowing themselves to be taken along, a sense of movement while they contemplate their enemy.]
... I'm meant to defend humanity. That's my job. It's what I always wanted to do. But I'm not going to do it like this.
[And maybe that's a part of it, the driving force of what he's feeling.
The perversion of the things he believes and the things he would have done willingly even for a world like this, if they hadn't made the price one of the few things he couldn't accept. If there hadn't been all the lies, and the blood, and now the denial of everything he is.]
If they're going to keep lying to us, and lying to themselves, they're going to regret it.
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It's not anger that's running away with them -- it's that they're allowing themselves to be taken along, a sense of movement while they contemplate their enemy.]
... I'm meant to defend humanity. That's my job. It's what I always wanted to do. But I'm not going to do it like this.
[And maybe that's a part of it, the driving force of what he's feeling.
The perversion of the things he believes and the things he would have done willingly even for a world like this, if they hadn't made the price one of the few things he couldn't accept. If there hadn't been all the lies, and the blood, and now the denial of everything he is.]
If they're going to keep lying to us, and lying to themselves, they're going to regret it.