Aw, thanks for the reminder; love to know the different kinds of people we'll be killing this fine evening. Personally? I can't stand kids.
[They give Rhysand a flat stare, unimpressed by the speech and particularly unaware that anyone's going to be approaching from any which direction. Not when they're too busy being thoroughly disgusted by the memory of Rhys' kiss to Newton's forehead. Their forehead. His forehead. Whatever.]
I'll be sure to throw a prayer out for the people I 'love' who're about to blow up into little pieces — right now.
[They move to flip the switch in their hands — a switch that would set off the remaining bombs, a switch that would derail the train, leave everyone in a broken pile of twisted steel and ruin —
But their finger locks up over the trigger... and then refuses to move.
Newton looks alarmed at first — baffled — before his expression shifts into quiet fury. But despite how they try to press forward, something (someone) inside them clings to their coattails, pulls desperately at the end of the rope, shaking with the effort of attempting to stop the last step of this grand finale. NEWTON, they hiss. DO NOT F̴̹̣͋̓̈I̷̥̥̟̽G̴̣͑̿̆H̷̠̖̎͜͝T̸̖̋ ̵̱̯͓̽̽Ú̸̳̰Ś̸̡̙͎͠͝.
There's your window; it's the only one you're getting before all the strength escapes the consciousness locked deep inside this body, and it's only a few seconds at most, so you'd better make the most of it.]
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[They give Rhysand a flat stare, unimpressed by the speech and particularly unaware that anyone's going to be approaching from any which direction. Not when they're too busy being thoroughly disgusted by the memory of Rhys' kiss to Newton's forehead. Their forehead. His forehead. Whatever.]
I'll be sure to throw a prayer out for the people I 'love' who're about to blow up into little pieces — right now.
[They move to flip the switch in their hands — a switch that would set off the remaining bombs, a switch that would derail the train, leave everyone in a broken pile of twisted steel and ruin —
But their finger locks up over the trigger... and then refuses to move.
Newton looks alarmed at first — baffled — before his expression shifts into quiet fury. But despite how they try to press forward, something (someone) inside them clings to their coattails, pulls desperately at the end of the rope, shaking with the effort of attempting to stop the last step of this grand finale. NEWTON, they hiss. DO NOT F̴̹̣͋̓̈I̷̥̥̟̽G̴̣͑̿̆H̷̠̖̎͜͝T̸̖̋ ̵̱̯͓̽̽Ú̸̳̰Ś̸̡̙͎͠͝.
There's your window; it's the only one you're getting before all the strength escapes the consciousness locked deep inside this body, and it's only a few seconds at most, so you'd better make the most of it.]