[ Komaeda falls back, and like so much refuse, his bleeding body slips from the end of Lucius' blade. As the sound of gurgling, blood-frothed laughter drifts from the boy who will soon become a corpse, Lucius flicks ichor from his sword to the floor below.
In this moment, Lucius doesn't wonder what this child has to gain by the display. As he regards the prone form below him, eyes cold, he doesn't see Komaedaโhe sees the twisting, sneering visage that stares back a him when he looks too long into a mirror or slips too deeply into a dream.
He steps forward, and then one of boots stomps down on the shape of that putrid grin. ]
You fool โ what do you think a year is to a man who has lived ten-thousand? [ Again, his foot pistons downward. Komaeda's face ought to burst like a too-ripe fruit with the force; with his diminished strength, however, he only feels the crunch of a pulped nose, and so he keeps stomping, over and over. ] A decade? A century?
[ He won't stopโnot until the body stops moving. ]
What are these paltry shackles to a man who makes death itself bow before his will?
cw: uhhh belated violence warning
In this moment, Lucius doesn't wonder what this child has to gain by the display. As he regards the prone form below him, eyes cold, he doesn't see Komaedaโhe sees the twisting, sneering visage that stares back a him when he looks too long into a mirror or slips too deeply into a dream.
He steps forward, and then one of boots stomps down on the shape of that putrid grin. ]
You fool โ what do you think a year is to a man who has lived ten-thousand? [ Again, his foot pistons downward. Komaeda's face ought to burst like a too-ripe fruit with the force; with his diminished strength, however, he only feels the crunch of a pulped nose, and so he keeps stomping, over and over. ] A decade? A century?
[ He won't stopโnot until the body stops moving. ]
What are these paltry shackles to a man who makes death itself bow before his will?