she was prideful. prideful to a fault. a noble pyroar brought down to something... less. perhaps she needed to be reminded of what she once was.[break][break]

"you look like shit, you know that right?" there's heat to his words. "a real sorry state you're in."

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so she wished to continue this? very well.
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"don't apologize to me. apologize to your dead friends. i'm sure the fact that their deaths mean nothing have them rolling haplily in their mass graves."

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his throat catches, and anger rises. was this what life was now? this brutality? this worthless existence?
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fumbling into pocket he retrieves a key. iron, rusted. avery inserts it into the lock and twists, the click of unlocking preceding his entry.
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he looms over her, angry, frustrated, helpless.
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"stand up."

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"STAND UP."
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His voice is a roar now, the heat of anger and heartbreak pouring in; of something lost and never to be found again.
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perhaps the last traces of their humanity.

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he does what he doesn't want to - hands gripping her around the color as he hauls her to her feet. here the scars are so real he almost loses his nerve.
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almost.
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"wake the the fuck up. this doesn't fit you. begging for pity? giving up? all it took was one man. one man was enough to bring you to your knees."
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he rummages around in his pocket until he finds the damp, stained cloth. he tosses the contents onto the cell floor, watching the milky white orb roll.
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"you need others to do things for you? you were no different before you got here, weren't you? your friends probably died doing things you couldn't. how was it, telling their families that they were dead? that you killed them? i can't imagine them looking any more pathetic than you now."

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his own lip curls back into a snarl, fingers tightening around her collar.
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"you owe them."
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i owe her.
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"you owe them to keep fighting the rest of your pathetic life."
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or what had her death been for?
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"the second you give up you make their deaths a waste."
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why couldn't it have been him?
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"i don't care if they take both of your eyes, your legs or even your arms - fight until you can't no more."
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or what was the point?

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he could overpower her easily, but he doesn't. instead, he allows it, fingers tensing against his sides.
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"yeah, you're probably right." his voice is nearly a whisper now, letting the anger fade into Venom. "i'll try and find which mass grave is theirs to ask."

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