[The combined words are enough of an anchor to give him focus - and he slowly starts to rise, even though it feels like he has knives driving into his entire body all over every time he moves. That single-minded hatred of vampires that the others had admonished him for (except Justine, she understood that hatred, even without him telling her why) had been sharpened to its own edge at this point, slowly breaking the invisible threads that tethered him to Do-hun. He's shaking, though - not from pain, or fear - it's that sheer rage over what had happened to him in the past.
The pain increases with every piece of the bond severing, vampiric instincts screaming at him for attempting to break what's only a natural occurrence among their kind - and he instinctively snarls at it - Fuck that.
His lips are curled back in a wordless snarl, fangs fully run out and eyes practically burning red, fists and jaw clenched -]
Do it!
[It's an overload, but he's too focused on watching the scene in front of him, wanting to make sure with his own two eyes that the one who had decided to take advantage of him, turn him, and try to make him into the thing he despised the most was destroyed utterly. Only then would he let his body rest.]
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The pain increases with every piece of the bond severing, vampiric instincts screaming at him for attempting to break what's only a natural occurrence among their kind - and he instinctively snarls at it - Fuck that.
His lips are curled back in a wordless snarl, fangs fully run out and eyes practically burning red, fists and jaw clenched -]
Do it!
[It's an overload, but he's too focused on watching the scene in front of him, wanting to make sure with his own two eyes that the one who had decided to take advantage of him, turn him, and try to make him into the thing he despised the most was destroyed utterly. Only then would he let his body rest.]