02-24-2009, 02:19 AM
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Nah If only she knew how well he understood fear. He understood it better than almost any other emotion on the spectrum. He had never known love. Never really had a friend. His only loyalty was to his cause. He understood hate and angry, but also knew how to control them and harness their power for good. But fear, that he knew. He had been nursed on it. His own mother had feared him, hated him. He knew how to use fear to his advantage. How to turn it against people. Nothing in his stance or demeanor changed however while all of this went through his mind. Stoic and quiet as usual. Onus breathed in deep, tasting the salt of the sea on his tongue. It mixed oddly with the tobacco from the idly burning cigarette. "Alone. Have always been alone." Maybe it had something to do with his upbringing (or lack thereof), but even after being salvaged from his mother he had kept mostly to himself. Never seeking out companionship. It was something he had never experienced and so had never come to understand or crave.  |