[ Somewhere, in a small part of his mind, he takes note at how Anders doesn't back down. How he doesn't flinch, even as the air cools and November feels the radiation bubbling up in response. It's his expression, though, that pauses him in his in tracks.
Sharpen the weapon–
He takes a step back quickly, as though he's been bitten, looking the same sort of wild he had when he'd stepped out of the Black Box. Anders' words half register and he tucks his hands in his pockets, warming them back up. It's illogical, to back down. It doesn't make any sense when there's someone essentially meeting his threat with another one. When he could have this used against him.
But all he can think about is how close he'd just been to fulfilling his own simulation, without prompting. ]
no subject
Sharpen the weapon–
He takes a step back quickly, as though he's been bitten, looking the same sort of wild he had when he'd stepped out of the Black Box. Anders' words half register and he tucks his hands in his pockets, warming them back up. It's illogical, to back down. It doesn't make any sense when there's someone essentially meeting his threat with another one. When he could have this used against him.
But all he can think about is how close he'd just been to fulfilling his own simulation, without prompting. ]
Don't. Just, don't.