#c c combo breaker (since all these asks were one chara and in a vaguely similar continuity)

[lunarscaled]

"---No, my final request was for water. Not to fuck someone, thanks."

-> If they were in less completely debilitating pain they might have had enough energy to laugh at their own joke. It was the least they could do for themselves, since their outcome was starting to look pretty bleak; this guy was as pissed off as anyone could get with no cracks in the composure. It wasn't the same as dealing with someone like Kaigaku, who Lyric knew with a strange familiarity ( he was like looking at a warped mirror of themselves, that was why. desperate to be seen, desperate for the approval of someone strong, desperate to be strong to protect himself. all his posturing faltered if they took awake their attention for even a moment because loneliness was a greater fear once you had known a comforting presence. ) This guy was pissed---enough to kill them, too. Unlike anyone else they've encountered so far he seemed hard set on doing it and doing it painfully, and Lyric ( hunched against one thick trunked tree for support, an arm clutching their abdomen. a scalding gash on one side that stings between their fingers. if they had prepared better would it have come to this? that sword they never knew how to use right is practically a paperweight to them now. what the hell kind of magic would halt a guy who could electrocute your insides? ) His voice is the kind of grating anger that they hated in men. Reminded them too much of their own father in the midst of his fury, too much of losing control, but funny enough both of those things seemed true in some way now. They try to take a slow, long breath. Their lungs respond with sharp protests.

"What family?"

-> They almost want to laugh again. The way he talks makes them wish they almost had something worth losing. Anything.

"What friends? You think anyone knows my name? Who I am?"

-> The prerogative was that what you don't have can't be used against you, but when they think about it now it rings hollow. Now it just meant dying alone, painfully, somewhere were no one would find them. They muster up the focus on anything other than breathing to stare back at him: vibrant orange that bores right into ruby rage with not a scrap of fear of someone else. If he thinks he's doling out punishment, they're taking it all for themselves.

"You don't even know my name. How can it be worth all that effort to put out a nobody?"

-> Try to think of something that gets you out of being killed. Appeals, bargains, spells, wit. The heel of their boot scrapes through the soil as they try to bend one leg to get enough leverage to change their slumped sitting angle. ( they weren't getting very far on their bruised body and current injuries. )

"---Can't you just let me run off like a coward? Is this really worth your effort? You seem like a uh... important demon. I'm sure you have better things to do."

@fallesto from asks ( 1, 2, 3 )