Edward cringed at the questioning, the words bolting like bullets.
"Don't. Don't do that, Mitchell." The pointed syllables in his voice were pained. Punctured. "Even right now, do you understand? Even right now every impulse I have wants you dead."
But they didn't belong to him, he knew. These thoughts didn't belong to him.
"Don't pity me." It came out a growl. His mouth was twisted in a sneer and he took a step closer to Mitchell. Another step. That caged look never left him, not even in his spurts of aggression, it haunted him in his shadow. “That isn’t why I’ve come, for pity. I can see it in your face.”
His fists clenched. Again. And relax. He stood his ground, his shoulders slouched.
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"Don't. Don't do that, Mitchell." The pointed syllables in his voice were pained. Punctured. "Even right now, do you understand? Even right now every impulse I have wants you dead."
But they didn't belong to him, he knew. These thoughts didn't belong to him.
"Don't pity me." It came out a growl. His mouth was twisted in a sneer and he took a step closer to Mitchell. Another step. That caged look never left him, not even in his spurts of aggression, it haunted him in his shadow. “That isn’t why I’ve come, for pity. I can see it in your face.”
His fists clenched. Again. And relax. He stood his ground, his shoulders slouched.
"I -- I just don't. Know."