[She hears Jin's encouragement and then she's lost, narrowing her attention down to herself and Do-hun. On the floor he seems so much smaller than she.]
Little bloodsucker. Little leech. Parasite. You know what some human children like to do to helpless insects like you? [Do-hun reaches out to swipe at her, kick at her. His wild desperation is contagious; Justine dodges and keeps laughing. She's far more accomplished at evasion than fighting. If he attacks she can avoid easily, it's how her kind survive the more bloodthirsty demons, the ones who kill simply because they enjoy it.] Children like to pull their limbs off. That's where I'm going to start.
[Well, if Tarr hadn't known from Dusty's gossip that she's a talker he certainly does now. It's fun to torment them psychologically as well as physically.]
Will it hurt if I pop your arm from the socket? [Justine dives and is behind Do-hun before she's really finished asking the question, mustering all her angered strength to place one hand on shoulder and one on upper arm and wrench them harshly in opposite directions. Her eyes seek out Jin's.]
You can handle this.
I'll make him suffer.
Nobody else would do this for you.
[Everyone else would be too soft, too reluctant to cause Jin pain. Not her. Not when Do-hun's suffering is what he wants.]
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Little bloodsucker. Little leech. Parasite. You know what some human children like to do to helpless insects like you? [Do-hun reaches out to swipe at her, kick at her. His wild desperation is contagious; Justine dodges and keeps laughing. She's far more accomplished at evasion than fighting. If he attacks she can avoid easily, it's how her kind survive the more bloodthirsty demons, the ones who kill simply because they enjoy it.] Children like to pull their limbs off. That's where I'm going to start.
[Well, if Tarr hadn't known from Dusty's gossip that she's a talker he certainly does now. It's fun to torment them psychologically as well as physically.]
Will it hurt if I pop your arm from the socket? [Justine dives and is behind Do-hun before she's really finished asking the question, mustering all her angered strength to place one hand on shoulder and one on upper arm and wrench them harshly in opposite directions. Her eyes seek out Jin's.]
You can handle this.
I'll make him suffer.
Nobody else would do this for you.
[Everyone else would be too soft, too reluctant to cause Jin pain. Not her. Not when Do-hun's suffering is what he wants.]