[ Adra's eyes widen at this complete and utter lack of remorse. He should kick Gilgamesh out, he knows. Send him packing. But ... he'd given his word.
He digs his fingers in, feeling heat rising in his blood, feeling fire. His eyes spark. But the more Gil talks, the more Adra just feels his stomach drop. Feels that yes, Gilgamesh is speaking truth--more truth than he realizes.
Adra bites, hard, into his lower lip.
His voice is quiet; hard. Unhappiness roils in his gut. ]
You really did know what he was like, then. And you know what I'm like. You know that I ...
[ It's still terrible for him. Terrible, to be grabbed suddenly, to be pushed like that. He had felt needles in his skin the whole time Jirou touched him. ]
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He digs his fingers in, feeling heat rising in his blood, feeling fire. His eyes spark. But the more Gil talks, the more Adra just feels his stomach drop. Feels that yes, Gilgamesh is speaking truth--more truth than he realizes.
Adra bites, hard, into his lower lip.
His voice is quiet; hard. Unhappiness roils in his gut. ]
You really did know what he was like, then. And you know what I'm like. You know that I ...
[ It's still terrible for him. Terrible, to be grabbed suddenly, to be pushed like that. He had felt needles in his skin the whole time Jirou touched him. ]
Get out of my room.