[He meets Xigbar's gaze without flinching, lips curling in a snarl. He strains to lift his arms, to stab him, to do something, but his entire body feels like it's been chained to the floor, pinioned.
As Xigbar takes him by the chin, he feels certain that he's going to die here. Helpless, he thinks the older man will put a needle bullet into his forehead and end him right here and now. To that end, he isn't afraid; the tilt of his head is proud and almost cocky as he stares him down. He isn't afraid to die.
It's when he settles a hand on his chest that he suddenly doubts that preconceived notion.
And then the darkness slams into his heart and tugs all at the same time. His eyes widen in pure agony, the push and pull of the element hidden in his heart awakening it. It happens so quickly that he actually chokes on the pain, his heart feeling like it's going to be ripped asunder just by that measure alone.]
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As Xigbar takes him by the chin, he feels certain that he's going to die here. Helpless, he thinks the older man will put a needle bullet into his forehead and end him right here and now. To that end, he isn't afraid; the tilt of his head is proud and almost cocky as he stares him down. He isn't afraid to die.
It's when he settles a hand on his chest that he suddenly doubts that preconceived notion.
And then the darkness slams into his heart and tugs all at the same time. His eyes widen in pure agony, the push and pull of the element hidden in his heart awakening it. It happens so quickly that he actually chokes on the pain, his heart feeling like it's going to be ripped asunder just by that measure alone.]