"Too bad," he mutters under his breath--he lets go of Ranboo's face, at least for the moment, and glances over his shoulder--towards the door, as though checking for something. Or someone. But no one is there, and it's a habitual motion, not a reasoned one. The intentional movement is this: he grabs the drone's severed head up in the same hands that were just holding Ranboo, and puts her mottled, muscled face between his and Ranboo's. Forcing him to face her. Caked blood, exposed brain, bare wires, hanging strips of scalp, and all the rest.
"Is this what you want? Who you want to be? Where you want to go?" He yanks the head back and plants it firmly on the bed, like a soccer ball, and grabs Ranboo's shoulder with his free hand. In Dirk's mind, this is meant to shock Ranboo into reality and new resolve--or at least resignation--not terrify them into further hysterics.
"That's your choice, and you are making it right now."
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Date: 2024-11-21 12:57 pm (UTC)Dirk really grits his teeth now.
"Too bad," he mutters under his breath--he lets go of Ranboo's face, at least for the moment, and glances over his shoulder--towards the door, as though checking for something. Or someone. But no one is there, and it's a habitual motion, not a reasoned one. The intentional movement is this: he grabs the drone's severed head up in the same hands that were just holding Ranboo, and puts her mottled, muscled face between his and Ranboo's. Forcing him to face her. Caked blood, exposed brain, bare wires, hanging strips of scalp, and all the rest.
"Is this what you want? Who you want to be? Where you want to go?" He yanks the head back and plants it firmly on the bed, like a soccer ball, and grabs Ranboo's shoulder with his free hand. In Dirk's mind, this is meant to shock Ranboo into reality and new resolve--or at least resignation--not terrify them into further hysterics.
"That's your choice, and you are making it right now."