[ There's a short laugh as soon as Edgeworth's done, and Hal flashes a broad, abrupt smile - all teeth, though none particularly sharp (yet). ]
Helpless?
[ He blinks, and when his eyes open again there's nothing - solid black, all the way through. If that weren't enough of a signal that his resolve's officially crumbled, the fact that he moves towards Edgeworth probably hammers it home. His voice has taken a dramatic shift, as well; previously edged with the tension of restraint and desperation, now it's marked with the contradictory nonchalance of madness, a thin mask for the streak of violence beneath it. ]
I could go a hundred years without blood and still tear you limb from limb without breaking a sweat.
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Helpless?
[ He blinks, and when his eyes open again there's nothing - solid black, all the way through. If that weren't enough of a signal that his resolve's officially crumbled, the fact that he moves towards Edgeworth probably hammers it home. His voice has taken a dramatic shift, as well; previously edged with the tension of restraint and desperation, now it's marked with the contradictory nonchalance of madness, a thin mask for the streak of violence beneath it. ]
I could go a hundred years without blood and still tear you limb from limb without breaking a sweat.