[ Even if it's not taken, he leaves the peace offering behind and stands. Screws the lid back onto the metal canister, and clips it back into place. He'll replace the ointment later. For now, he checks his wrist guard for damage making an assessment of his costume before heading out.
The concession, when it's made, receives no response. Not a look from him or a word of acceptance because it doesn't matter. He made his point and that was all he meant to do from the start. Not convince him, but state his thoughts now that they weren't warped by anger.
For that same reason, the latter part of his words catches his attention. Looking up from his wrist guards, heterochromic eyes settle on Allen. There's a deep calmness there with none of the warmth he normally displayed. Perfectly neutral like a frozen heart, even Kizu is strangely quiet, swallowed up by the whiteout. ]
You think I hate myself.
[ A calm statement. Before he makes something perfectly clear: ]
no subject
[ Even if it's not taken, he leaves the peace offering behind and stands. Screws the lid back onto the metal canister, and clips it back into place. He'll replace the ointment later. For now, he checks his wrist guard for damage making an assessment of his costume before heading out.
The concession, when it's made, receives no response. Not a look from him or a word of acceptance because it doesn't matter. He made his point and that was all he meant to do from the start. Not convince him, but state his thoughts now that they weren't warped by anger.
For that same reason, the latter part of his words catches his attention. Looking up from his wrist guards, heterochromic eyes settle on Allen. There's a deep calmness there with none of the warmth he normally displayed. Perfectly neutral like a frozen heart, even Kizu is strangely quiet, swallowed up by the whiteout. ]
You think I hate myself.
[ A calm statement. Before he makes something perfectly clear: ]
I don't.
[ He doesn't feel anything right now. ]