What's wrong β [ He hissed out through tight gritted teeth. He was strong enough to handle it the pain. He'd weathered so much pain throughout his life, hadn't he? What was more? What couldn't he handle? ] β With wanting more?
[ How much more, he didn't know. He'd always been a hungry maw, desperately clawing and fighting for more, and more, and more. Respect, power, whatever his thin little fingers could claw together, first from the muck, then from the dredges of the undercity, and further and further; how hungry had he been in the world before? How much had he sliced off of everything for more and more shreds of it?
His eyes finally broke contact, only for a second, to dart to his fang pressed to his thumb. He hasn't even broken the skin, and his lips twitch, before he leaned forward, digging his fingers in harder. ]
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[ How much more, he didn't know. He'd always been a hungry maw, desperately clawing and fighting for more, and more, and more. Respect, power, whatever his thin little fingers could claw together, first from the muck, then from the dredges of the undercity, and further and further; how hungry had he been in the world before? How much had he sliced off of everything for more and more shreds of it?
His eyes finally broke contact, only for a second, to dart to his fang pressed to his thumb. He hasn't even broken the skin, and his lips twitch, before he leaned forward, digging his fingers in harder. ]
What's stopping you?
[ Is he urging him to break? ]