[He doesn't know how it's possible -- how this man is so damn fast, that he didn't even see him move, really. The sensation hits him first, the feeling of fingers clenching tight around his wrist, halting his momentum. The needle stops too far from its mark.
He hisses out and tries to push, but it really is like fighting against a marble statue. Like wind battering fruitlessly against stone.
Just who the hell is this man?]
Why would you- Agh! [Oh, yes, those are the bones in his wrist crying out in pain. But he hold steadfast to the syringe, ever stubborn.] Why would you want to keep him?!
[HONESTLY, to make this man want to kill for his sake? To protect him? Henry had to have manipulated him to hell and back-]
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He hisses out and tries to push, but it really is like fighting against a marble statue. Like wind battering fruitlessly against stone.
Just who the hell is this man?]
Why would you- Agh! [Oh, yes, those are the bones in his wrist crying out in pain. But he hold steadfast to the syringe, ever stubborn.] Why would you want to keep him?!
[HONESTLY, to make this man want to kill for his sake? To protect him? Henry had to have manipulated him to hell and back-]