[ Another twitch, but this time he tears his hand away. The change leaves him reeling, like yanking the plug on a television and being left with the high-pitched whine of its silence.
He recovers, though, prepared as he was for the difference (though no less prepared for the loss that rings through him, clear as a bell), and his anger powers him through the rest of the way. ]
Oh, boo-hoo.
[ He might have picked up a few phrasings in his time spent with Rocket. ]
‘Cause you were the only one scared shitless by this thing. ‘Cause you were the only one who didn’t want this.
[ He makes a disgusted noise at the back of his throat, flopping back to slouch in his chair. He scrubs his face with his hands, using them to hide his grimace. ]
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He recovers, though, prepared as he was for the difference (though no less prepared for the loss that rings through him, clear as a bell), and his anger powers him through the rest of the way. ]
Oh, boo-hoo.
[ He might have picked up a few phrasings in his time spent with Rocket. ]
‘Cause you were the only one scared shitless by this thing. ‘Cause you were the only one who didn’t want this.
[ He makes a disgusted noise at the back of his throat, flopping back to slouch in his chair. He scrubs his face with his hands, using them to hide his grimace. ]
Fuck off, man.