[ When Vaas goes still like that, Jason can't help but do the same. Honestly, he's not really sure what's coming or if he even wants to hear it, but it's really not ofter that Vaas gets quiet or thoughtful. Jason doesn't know why he's bothering to pause and possibly hear him out, but he does. There's little else he can do in this position, anyway.
Of course, he immediately regrets everything and if it's possible, he gets even angrier. Like to the point of physically psychotic sort of angry. Jason pulls the strength from whatever mystical bullshit Citra was talking about and leverages himself better and in an instant he flips their positions. He might not be able to hold Vaas down long, but he doesn't matter. Just this little bit is enough. That there are people stopping and watching them or walking by giving them a huge berth doesn't even matter, either. Only this matters right now, nothing else. He leans down with one hand fisted in that stupid red tanktop and the other bracing his weight. How close he is isn't helping the insult abate any, but Jason doesn't care. His voice is low, dangerous and definitely not something anyone is used to hearing coming from him. ]
You should've just stayed dead, Vaas.
[ There's a heat that sparks in his eyes like flint, showing his anger, showing his ties to something bigger than even he can imagine. Something that Vaas knows a hell of a lot better. Jason didn't ask for this shit, but it's what he's got and he's trying to adjust to everything.
He pushes against Vaas in order to get up, wishing he could just punch his fist right through Vaas' chest to rip out his heart, to hold that in his hand and crush it himself just so he knows he'll be dead then. Or maybe he wouldn't even then. It's fucking terrifying to think about. He stands there, still burning with rage but somehow sullen. ]
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Of course, he immediately regrets everything and if it's possible, he gets even angrier. Like to the point of physically psychotic sort of angry. Jason pulls the strength from whatever mystical bullshit Citra was talking about and leverages himself better and in an instant he flips their positions. He might not be able to hold Vaas down long, but he doesn't matter. Just this little bit is enough. That there are people stopping and watching them or walking by giving them a huge berth doesn't even matter, either. Only this matters right now, nothing else. He leans down with one hand fisted in that stupid red tanktop and the other bracing his weight. How close he is isn't helping the insult abate any, but Jason doesn't care. His voice is low, dangerous and definitely not something anyone is used to hearing coming from him. ]
You should've just stayed dead, Vaas.
[ There's a heat that sparks in his eyes like flint, showing his anger, showing his ties to something bigger than even he can imagine. Something that Vaas knows a hell of a lot better. Jason didn't ask for this shit, but it's what he's got and he's trying to adjust to everything.
He pushes against Vaas in order to get up, wishing he could just punch his fist right through Vaas' chest to rip out his heart, to hold that in his hand and crush it himself just so he knows he'll be dead then. Or maybe he wouldn't even then. It's fucking terrifying to think about. He stands there, still burning with rage but somehow sullen. ]
Give me my shit back.