[His grin is almost a grimace. He's feeding off this aggression as much as he fears it, and loathes and loves his own savagery. This is the beast Eichi has created. One who will strike out until he's caught, sheltered, attended to. He doesn't know how else to do this. He doesn't think he can get through to Eichi, but maybe this is chipping away at him.
His heart is heavy. With these reactions, maybe the rest of his plan is too much. Perhaps it's even cruel.
Walking over to his phone, he pulls up another file, and sets it playing. His eyes meet Eichi's. Will Eichi let him do this? Will he suffer his past transgressions, his biggest folly, being thrown in his face?
If he's not stopped, he'll sing the song all the way through, eyes locked perfectly on Eichi's. Don't ask him who he bribed to get that backing track. Or how long he's had it.]
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[His grin is almost a grimace. He's feeding off this aggression as much as he fears it, and loathes and loves his own savagery. This is the beast Eichi has created. One who will strike out until he's caught, sheltered, attended to. He doesn't know how else to do this. He doesn't think he can get through to Eichi, but maybe this is chipping away at him.
His heart is heavy. With these reactions, maybe the rest of his plan is too much. Perhaps it's even cruel.
Walking over to his phone, he pulls up another file, and sets it playing. His eyes meet Eichi's. Will Eichi let him do this? Will he suffer his past transgressions, his biggest folly, being thrown in his face?
If he's not stopped, he'll sing the song all the way through, eyes locked perfectly on Eichi's. Don't ask him who he bribed to get that backing track. Or how long he's had it.]