[ His body is tense, like an animal ready to fight (but not flee, because he is too stubborn, too hardheaded to step back when he very well should). He hates the words that come out of his mouth. Because it's true. He has no idea what they are facing, and it boils. Festers a wound that has been open for a long time, bleeding out, drip by slow drip, enough to make his breath run tight every so often, leaving him sick when he lays awake.
But he doesn't want to fight this fight. This isn't his battle. Not his war. Regardless of the calling, a constant but distant voice in the back of his head, a feeling he wants gone but can't rip out. ]
My true enemies are not picked by you.
[ If he could clench his jaw any more than it already is, he would. As it is, any more pressure would probably break the bones and split his teeth. Feels sick to be told that. He doesn't want any contact. He doesn't want to connect his mind to anyone else, regardless of the helpless chirp in his brain chiding him, telling him it's nice, it's comfortable. Telling him his nostalgia for human contact could be made so much better if he gave in-- but no. He doesn't want that. He's not some freak alien. He just has one inside his head. ]
I didn't-- [ He cuts himself off. He didn't do it on purpose. It's just so loud sometimes it's hard to hold back. Parker just gives him a hard stare. ] Whatever.
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But he doesn't want to fight this fight. This isn't his battle. Not his war. Regardless of the calling, a constant but distant voice in the back of his head, a feeling he wants gone but can't rip out. ]
My true enemies are not picked by you.
[ If he could clench his jaw any more than it already is, he would. As it is, any more pressure would probably break the bones and split his teeth. Feels sick to be told that. He doesn't want any contact. He doesn't want to connect his mind to anyone else, regardless of the helpless chirp in his brain chiding him, telling him it's nice, it's comfortable. Telling him his nostalgia for human contact could be made so much better if he gave in-- but no. He doesn't want that. He's not some freak alien. He just has one inside his head. ]
I didn't-- [ He cuts himself off. He didn't do it on purpose. It's just so loud sometimes it's hard to hold back. Parker just gives him a hard stare. ] Whatever.
[ Ah, yes. Mature. ]