It hurt on multiple levels. Of course there was the emotional hurt. His sister told him she literally wanted him to die. Not metaphorically. And then tried to kill him. Really, really tried to kill him. He felt his skull ricochet against his helmet, brain against his skull, as Astronema threw him down on the floor with her bare hands. Some place in the back of his mind he knew he'd made a mistake, that he should do something to stop her, but the last time she'd been like this? The last time he'd done that?
That wasn't going to happen. He already made that mistake once. He wasn't going to lose her again. And then there was the fact that she was shoving her first through his morph. He felt part of it crack and shatter, leaving a hole where the back of the visor meet the white outline.
So why the hell did he keep trying to talk to her? Even as she literally slammed her first into his head. He tried to block her with his wrists, still feeling fuzzy from the pressure she had placed on his throat and his head.
"I want too. Karone, I'm your brother." He made a motion to bring a hand up to his chest where his locket would have been.
no subject
That wasn't going to happen. He already made that mistake once. He wasn't going to lose her again. And then there was the fact that she was shoving her first through his morph. He felt part of it crack and shatter, leaving a hole where the back of the visor meet the white outline.
So why the hell did he keep trying to talk to her? Even as she literally slammed her first into his head. He tried to block her with his wrists, still feeling fuzzy from the pressure she had placed on his throat and his head.
"I want too. Karone, I'm your brother." He made a motion to bring a hand up to his chest where his locket would have been.