[his voice is a shout, mirroring the power of the beast which had sunk its claws into his form, and even soaked to the skin he seems prepared to leap at any given opportunity.]
He is not here, and has no weight upon me! For an Avenger, to suffer is our strength! Our anguish fuels us, the hatred of the world what strengthens our limbs. This trial is only what exists here until we can find our way back to that miserable smoldering heap of a world we were parted from - oh, we dragged it from the clutches of annihilation once, and I'll help do it again and again, no matter what detours must be taken. If this was enough to break me, I would not be the Count of Monte Cristo!
[it isn't an answer, not entirely, but it's what he's felt since that stirring unease under his skin, since he'd been questioned about his misery.]
So I am a Monster - so my body reflects the wicked condition of my soul! Could it not be more poetic? I have no more right to foist this onto another as I would have to throw an innocent man into the jaws of hell. There is no choice, because I am not someone who is given choices. I adapt, I overcome, and I destroy what I must - it is literally written into my being. Tell me why, to one I swore to stand beside, you would have this!
[chest heaving, his voice drops, but is no less fierce.]
I may be a tool of vengeance, but I was not sent to judge your sins.
no subject
[his voice is a shout, mirroring the power of the beast which had sunk its claws into his form, and even soaked to the skin he seems prepared to leap at any given opportunity.]
He is not here, and has no weight upon me! For an Avenger, to suffer is our strength! Our anguish fuels us, the hatred of the world what strengthens our limbs. This trial is only what exists here until we can find our way back to that miserable smoldering heap of a world we were parted from - oh, we dragged it from the clutches of annihilation once, and I'll help do it again and again, no matter what detours must be taken. If this was enough to break me, I would not be the Count of Monte Cristo!
[it isn't an answer, not entirely, but it's what he's felt since that stirring unease under his skin, since he'd been questioned about his misery.]
So I am a Monster - so my body reflects the wicked condition of my soul! Could it not be more poetic? I have no more right to foist this onto another as I would have to throw an innocent man into the jaws of hell. There is no choice, because I am not someone who is given choices. I adapt, I overcome, and I destroy what I must - it is literally written into my being. Tell me why, to one I swore to stand beside, you would have this!
[chest heaving, his voice drops, but is no less fierce.]
I may be a tool of vengeance, but I was not sent to judge your sins.