"Why not?" He spares Matt one more glance and then turns on him, all the anger he's carried over the last few weeks coming back in a rush of white hot warmth. He curls his fingers into fists, and moves to stand over him, sneering. "He took you away from me. He probably would have had me kill myself if I hadn't managed to get out of whatever he was doing to me."
Or put a bullet in his brain. That, at least, might have gotten him somewhere.
"He was going to destroy you memories of me." He flings one arm in Matt's direction in a wild, angry gesture. "And if I let him go, he probably will just because I came back for you. Just because he can. He has this coming, Suresh. Don't try to tell me he doesn't."
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Date: 2011-07-17 05:19 am (UTC)Or put a bullet in his brain. That, at least, might have gotten him somewhere.
"He was going to destroy you memories of me." He flings one arm in Matt's direction in a wild, angry gesture. "And if I let him go, he probably will just because I came back for you. Just because he can. He has this coming, Suresh. Don't try to tell me he doesn't."