[ he bites the inside of his lip, avoiding eye contact— contemplative with his words, more worried about what it sounded like more than anything, but . . . soon, he's inhaling, appearance only slightly calmer, tone taking a more serious turn. ]
—I need them.
[ he made that point— but this time, he says it quietly, reaching the beginnings of a hush, though with firmness. ]
To protect my friends, or anyone— I need them. To fight.
[ his brows furrow with worry— he already mentioned he didn't like fighting, never took pleasure in it. with every punch came a tiny prayer to end it all in peace. ]
no subject
—I need them.
[ he made that point— but this time, he says it quietly, reaching the beginnings of a hush, though with firmness. ]
To protect my friends, or anyone— I need them. To fight.
[ his brows furrow with worry— he already mentioned he didn't like fighting, never took pleasure in it. with every punch came a tiny prayer to end it all in peace. ]