The whole tableau is so surreal that Ren actually stops to stare for a second. It's impossible for anyone else to see what face he's making behind his mask, but he can feel his expression twist with incredulous, exhausted outrage. "You don't even shut up when I've cut your fucking throat?"
It's an even stupider idea than it was before, but Ren's just—fed up. He's had it. Veles manifests above him again, eerie and menacing, and the crushing force of God's Hand smashes out of the sky towards Akira.
It takes the very last of Ren's strength, as he knew it might. He doesn't quite black out, but he makes a soft noise and crumples to the floor.
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The whole tableau is so surreal that Ren actually stops to stare for a second. It's impossible for anyone else to see what face he's making behind his mask, but he can feel his expression twist with incredulous, exhausted outrage. "You don't even shut up when I've cut your fucking throat?"
It's an even stupider idea than it was before, but Ren's just—fed up. He's had it. Veles manifests above him again, eerie and menacing, and the crushing force of God's Hand smashes out of the sky towards Akira.
It takes the very last of Ren's strength, as he knew it might. He doesn't quite black out, but he makes a soft noise and crumples to the floor.