[This is his choice to make - if it hurts him, he'll be ready to shoulder the consequences himself. At least that's what he keeps telling himself, anyway. Beyond that, it ties back into his own personal philosophy of not doing anything by halves.
Though a bit of sensibility could really go a long way, honestly.
But at Tarr's arm over his shoulder, he stiffens, blinking in surprise even beyond the pain of shattering the bond -
And it's only a few moments after he thinks he's finally severed it completely that Justine strikes, and he screams.
Even with the bond as weakened as it was, it fucking hurt - and Tarr wasn't exaggerating on how it felt - molten iron was pouring into his chest, burning him up from the inside, and as quickly as it was there, it's replaced by a nearly bone-shattering cold that even his augmented strikes couldn't achieve (and even beyond that part of his ability was that he didn't actually feel much of it, so maybe this was what his targets had felt when he struck).
His breaths are shallow, pained gasps before he finally lays eyes on his maker's heart, crushed in Justine's hand. He gives a small grin and a slight incline of his head before his eyes roll into the back of his head and he collapses, finally having seen what he wanted.]
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Though a bit of sensibility could really go a long way, honestly.
But at Tarr's arm over his shoulder, he stiffens, blinking in surprise even beyond the pain of shattering the bond -
And it's only a few moments after he thinks he's finally severed it completely that Justine strikes, and he screams.
Even with the bond as weakened as it was, it fucking hurt - and Tarr wasn't exaggerating on how it felt - molten iron was pouring into his chest, burning him up from the inside, and as quickly as it was there, it's replaced by a nearly bone-shattering cold that even his augmented strikes couldn't achieve (and even beyond that part of his ability was that he didn't actually feel much of it, so maybe this was what his targets had felt when he struck).
His breaths are shallow, pained gasps before he finally lays eyes on his maker's heart, crushed in Justine's hand. He gives a small grin and a slight incline of his head before his eyes roll into the back of his head and he collapses, finally having seen what he wanted.]