Rakitin looked down at where Deimos clung to him like a blind leech seeking unprotected flesh. It was something like the cool dispassion of lifting the liver from a corpse.
"So that's what it is to you," he said, through dawning understanding. "A...fetish?"
The gun was pressed between them, steady against Deimos's chest.
"You're like the men who sniff women's shoes."
He looked down at Deimos with pity.
"You don't understand at all," he said, "that someone is anything but your doll to break in a fit of pique."
Sorrow weighed his shoulders.
"You're nothing but a spoiled child."
Rakitin's eyes closed in sadness, and he said, "You truly are pathetic."
Eveything had a reason.
"There would be no pleasure in killing you, Deimos."
How tawdry, sad, and stained those reasons often were.
"I would put you down like a rabid dog, because that is what you've chosen to be."
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Date: 2008-01-16 11:27 pm (UTC)"So that's what it is to you," he said, through dawning understanding. "A...fetish?"
The gun was pressed between them, steady against Deimos's chest.
"You're like the men who sniff women's shoes."
He looked down at Deimos with pity.
"You don't understand at all," he said, "that someone is anything but your doll to break in a fit of pique."
Sorrow weighed his shoulders.
"You're nothing but a spoiled child."
Rakitin's eyes closed in sadness, and he said, "You truly are pathetic."
Eveything had a reason.
"There would be no pleasure in killing you, Deimos."
How tawdry, sad, and stained those reasons often were.
"I would put you down like a rabid dog, because that is what you've chosen to be."