He'd been wondering whether she survived Verena - if she existed at all, at times, or was a product of the Innocence; what injuries he hadn't done himself, in his refusal to submit to The Thing, were mostly her doing, and his pulse races more than a little at the prospect they might clash again without its wretched influence clouding matters. Her naked hatred is, therefore, a delight.
So when she stares at him he stares right back, lip curling in a wry grin that might as well be a personal invitation to come find him on the field]
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He'd been wondering whether she survived Verena - if she existed at all, at times, or was a product of the Innocence; what injuries he hadn't done himself, in his refusal to submit to The Thing, were mostly her doing, and his pulse races more than a little at the prospect they might clash again without its wretched influence clouding matters. Her naked hatred is, therefore, a delight.
So when she stares at him he stares right back, lip curling in a wry grin that might as well be a personal invitation to come find him on the field]