Post by KittsMitts on Sept 7, 2024 3:56:54 GMT
Her arm follows him, outstretched fingers still on his suit until the last second. The way her voice cuts off, her playful smile is suddenly downturned, and that slight tremble to her lips... He is cutting through the haze enough that everything is in stark clarity, and that motion might as well be a knife in his ribs. The spike of guilt is confusing. Cutting her off here was the right thing to do. He was hurting himself more than her. So why... Why did it look like the opposite was true?
He was a murderer. She didn't know the depth of that, what he was willing to do. He didn't plan on stopping, and her being this close only put her in a path of rage, hurt, and terror. So why did she look so damn hurt about it?
The hurt drops with her hand, curling into something cold in her face. The cold he knew. For some reason, it stung more from Black Cat than it had with Louise, and it wasn't the same as with Swarm. He had no context for these feelings, he was lost in a dead night sea without any land on the horizon no matter where he turned. So he grasped what he could. Her words land more than she knows or he can think right now, but they make a muscle in his jaw jump all the same.
His suit shifts, a light red glow starting up. It wouldn't be long before he disappeared. "I don't need help." He can feel the lie like ice in his teeth, but neither his panic nor his ego are going to let him admit that. "And I don't run." Running is all he knows. "You're better off if there's nothing for me here." He says, and that's too much. So he takes off in a run, and jumps off the side of the roof. It isn't long at all before he is pulling himself by a web to sail through the buildings. It is several blocks before he has enough of his wits about him, before the adrenaline has banished worse things enough that he remembers to turn invisible. He disappears behind a building.
He had his own hunts to see to.
He was a murderer. She didn't know the depth of that, what he was willing to do. He didn't plan on stopping, and her being this close only put her in a path of rage, hurt, and terror. So why did she look so damn hurt about it?
The hurt drops with her hand, curling into something cold in her face. The cold he knew. For some reason, it stung more from Black Cat than it had with Louise, and it wasn't the same as with Swarm. He had no context for these feelings, he was lost in a dead night sea without any land on the horizon no matter where he turned. So he grasped what he could. Her words land more than she knows or he can think right now, but they make a muscle in his jaw jump all the same.
His suit shifts, a light red glow starting up. It wouldn't be long before he disappeared. "I don't need help." He can feel the lie like ice in his teeth, but neither his panic nor his ego are going to let him admit that. "And I don't run." Running is all he knows. "You're better off if there's nothing for me here." He says, and that's too much. So he takes off in a run, and jumps off the side of the roof. It isn't long at all before he is pulling himself by a web to sail through the buildings. It is several blocks before he has enough of his wits about him, before the adrenaline has banished worse things enough that he remembers to turn invisible. He disappears behind a building.
He had his own hunts to see to.
