The mirror doesn't so much as shatter as just... let his sword glide through. There's an impact, but no aftermath-
-and then the mirror is gone, and Maruki is once again speaking into his head from everywhere and nowhere at once. Kou's hands are still trembling around his blade as it rests against the ground, his heart beating in his throat, his breathing ragged and halting. Too many emotions flow through him at once, anger, grief, panic- it's a struggle to get himself under control.
A little much.
A little much.
That piece of-
A wild cackle escapes him without his consent at Maruki's words, but it's not amused, no. It's unhinged. Furious.
"How dare you. How fucking dare you. Be at peace? With your bullshit?! You're fucking- you're insane!" he shouts at the ceiling, leaning on his blade. "If you think I'll submit to you- think again!"
He forces himself to straighten up, not holstering his blade this time- he keeps it at the ready, Palnatoke at the front of his mind, just as furious as him.
"You think yourself such a good person, don't you, good doctor? A poor soul who just wants to take the pain of others away?" he sneers. "Your 'treatment' is a sham. Take it from someone who's very, very good at hurting people, Maruki; you're one of the most despicable human beings I've ever met. And I've met many of them."
He doesn't care what kind of intentions Maruki thinks he has; just the fact that he's forcing Kou through this is proof enough that he's not the kind man he portrays himself as. Oh, he certainly thinks he is, but thinking you're god's gift to humanity does not make it so.
He's a maniac. To put it mildly.
"I will get my tape, and I will get out of here," he snarls, stalking forward, "and either you let me and my tape go willingly, or you're going to regret trying to treat me in the first place." The grip on his blade tightens as he picks up the pace. Even if his heart still pounds in his chest, even if he feels destabilized, and there are brims of wetness in his eyes that he refuses to acknowledge. Fury over the blatant desecration of his brother's and his own memories keeps him going. "I will not fall to you, or your so-called treatment. Mark my words."
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-and then the mirror is gone, and Maruki is once again speaking into his head from everywhere and nowhere at once. Kou's hands are still trembling around his blade as it rests against the ground, his heart beating in his throat, his breathing ragged and halting. Too many emotions flow through him at once, anger, grief, panic- it's a struggle to get himself under control.
A little much.
A little much.
That piece of-
A wild cackle escapes him without his consent at Maruki's words, but it's not amused, no. It's unhinged. Furious.
"How dare you. How fucking dare you. Be at peace? With your bullshit?! You're fucking- you're insane!" he shouts at the ceiling, leaning on his blade. "If you think I'll submit to you- think again!"
He forces himself to straighten up, not holstering his blade this time- he keeps it at the ready, Palnatoke at the front of his mind, just as furious as him.
"You think yourself such a good person, don't you, good doctor? A poor soul who just wants to take the pain of others away?" he sneers. "Your 'treatment' is a sham. Take it from someone who's very, very good at hurting people, Maruki; you're one of the most despicable human beings I've ever met. And I've met many of them."
He doesn't care what kind of intentions Maruki thinks he has; just the fact that he's forcing Kou through this is proof enough that he's not the kind man he portrays himself as. Oh, he certainly thinks he is, but thinking you're god's gift to humanity does not make it so.
He's a maniac. To put it mildly.
"I will get my tape, and I will get out of here," he snarls, stalking forward, "and either you let me and my tape go willingly, or you're going to regret trying to treat me in the first place." The grip on his blade tightens as he picks up the pace. Even if his heart still pounds in his chest, even if he feels destabilized, and there are brims of wetness in his eyes that he refuses to acknowledge. Fury over the blatant desecration of his brother's and his own memories keeps him going. "I will not fall to you, or your so-called treatment. Mark my words."