[Okay, there are... little flickers of annoyance all over his face throughout this. When the Highblood nearly stomps on him. When he gets pinned. When he doesn't just break his skin. The threat of it is the most infuriating thing he has come across in quite some time for some reason. Or... no. He knows exactly the reason, mind turning back to that promise again, but he just... can't. He can't]
[All his little doubts and anxieties are murmuring at him. He can't win. He won't. The highbloods kill them all in the end and there's nothing he can do to stop it. He wonders if it's the Grand Highblood himself that finally does it--]
[And then everything HURTS LIKE A MOTHERFUCKER JESUS CHRIST. His reaction is completely instinctual, the short startled barkof pain, and the way he recoils away from the hand on his shoulder, threat or no. He lashes out, unpinned arm taking a wild swing at the retreating fist while he aims a kick at the joint of one of the Highblood's legs]
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[All his little doubts and anxieties are murmuring at him. He can't win. He won't. The highbloods kill them all in the end and there's nothing he can do to stop it. He wonders if it's the Grand Highblood himself that finally does it--]
[And then everything HURTS LIKE A MOTHERFUCKER JESUS CHRIST. His reaction is completely instinctual, the short startled barkof pain, and the way he recoils away from the hand on his shoulder, threat or no. He lashes out, unpinned arm taking a wild swing at the retreating fist while he aims a kick at the joint of one of the Highblood's legs]
Get off!