[His gaze directs towards that tightening hold, that demonstration of anger. Anger. Rage. Violence. Those are three emotions he feels deep enough that they feel woven into the core of his being, real enough to call his own.
He turns his gaze towards the other man. His eyes wrinkle in the corners and show a cold, glassy sheen. He thinks of his family and remembers how the truth had broken them.]
No.
[One word is no answer at all. Yet it carries an enormous amount of gravitas - because he could have offered nothing but silence in response.]
no subject
He turns his gaze towards the other man. His eyes wrinkle in the corners and show a cold, glassy sheen. He thinks of his family and remembers how the truth had broken them.]
No.
[One word is no answer at all. Yet it carries an enormous amount of gravitas - because he could have offered nothing but silence in response.]