[Ren doesn't get it. The first time he'd thought he'd killed Ren, so long ago, the satisfaction of his victory had slowly given way to guilt and disgust. When he tried to kill him again in the engine room of his father's vile Palace, he hadn't the time to feel anything but anger at his own loss and helplessness. Now? Before he realizes what he's done, the tension in his fingers snaps the cigarette in half. A quiet hiss of a curse through his teeth as he frantically sweeps the remains from his pants and drops both halves into the ashtray.]
I'd kill you simply to rob someone else of the pleasure, [he says bluntly, fixing Ren with a stare. His stomach roils in disgust, because as much as he hates it, it's true. Ren can paint his actions in whatever light he chooses, look at them through rose-colored glasses if he must, but the fact remains that even now, the thought of someone else getting their grubby hands on him is even worse than the thought of Ren's death.]
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Date: 2021-11-01 12:46 pm (UTC)I'd kill you simply to rob someone else of the pleasure, [he says bluntly, fixing Ren with a stare. His stomach roils in disgust, because as much as he hates it, it's true. Ren can paint his actions in whatever light he chooses, look at them through rose-colored glasses if he must, but the fact remains that even now, the thought of someone else getting their grubby hands on him is even worse than the thought of Ren's death.]