I did not mock him, [Javert repeats, honest and firm, his face hardening to the finely-hewn granite of a much less approachable beast. His demeanor cools instantly, gravely serious, and in his pallor, the freshest scars in his neck from Ryou's terrific pounce brighten and pulse.
His eyes hollow out to an icy, dead cold. He wasn't laughing at Ryou Bakura. That laughter was the laughter of a wounded soul, incredulous at how the pieces of his world came together to paint the same picture over and over, no matter how much he wishes to prove it will be different this time. A fool's errand.
He reminds himself to be as cordial as he can manage to his guest, and keeps his tone at a somber, steady sail.]
Monsters are people, you are right. Humans are cattle, and fickle enough to let their pulsing mounds of organ guide them. We are not our hearts, and mine hasn't hummed a single beat in an age, I tell you.
Make the distinction of using our heads over that heart, and do not sit here and tell me that the heart is the only quality which makes you a beast worthy of respect. I have long since discarded that notion.
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His eyes hollow out to an icy, dead cold. He wasn't laughing at Ryou Bakura. That laughter was the laughter of a wounded soul, incredulous at how the pieces of his world came together to paint the same picture over and over, no matter how much he wishes to prove it will be different this time. A fool's errand.
He reminds himself to be as cordial as he can manage to his guest, and keeps his tone at a somber, steady sail.]
Monsters are people, you are right. Humans are cattle, and fickle enough to let their pulsing mounds of organ guide them. We are not our hearts, and mine hasn't hummed a single beat in an age, I tell you.
Make the distinction of using our heads over that heart, and do not sit here and tell me that the heart is the only quality which makes you a beast worthy of respect. I have long since discarded that notion.