[Clayton's eyes widen and he seizes still, frozen with surprise at the sudden show of aggression. For a few quiet moments, he's at a complete loss for how to react. Minimus is right - Clayton recognizes as much. Shame for using his powers like this haunts him daily, and he's already feeling a pretty significant glut of it at the moment without Minimus berating him on top of everything else. His mouth works, opening and closing like a gasping fish, as he tries and fails to come up with an apology that sounds satisfying in his head.]
[This much self-loathing is unsustainable. Finally, unable to find a resolution, it falls away to the otherwise repressed emotion underneath: Righteous indignation.]
You woulda died. [Clayton's expression hardens, his voice quiet and harsh.] Don't you dare tell me you'd rather I sat back an' watched.
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[This much self-loathing is unsustainable. Finally, unable to find a resolution, it falls away to the otherwise repressed emotion underneath: Righteous indignation.]
You woulda died. [Clayton's expression hardens, his voice quiet and harsh.] Don't you dare tell me you'd rather I sat back an' watched.