A soft hum leaves his lips, caught somewhere between amusement and irritation as he leans forward.
“—A douchebag who has caught.. Remind me again? Ah, yes. You.” https://t.co/FnTj9WnWkh
You impudent child. Pathetic. Arrogant. Can you not just die already? — “You call me pathetic and yet ask me to die? There’s a certain irony there.” https://t.co/OZXKTmJPpe
Exactly.
Every bruise, and split lip reminds them that they are human. They are /alive/, and that status is temporary and fleeting.
They will die eventually. But not now.