[ He wants to pull his hand back. Even the mention of his powers in that lighting feels like an extra examination he's not prepared for, raw as he currently is in the wake of an uncomfortable apology and conversation. Still, it's Jonas that looks away first and it prepares him to steel his voice, to finally address the accusations he was waiting for. Sure enough, they come, but true to Jonas it's a quiet question instead of a condemnation. A chance for him to tell his side.
But sides are only for motivations; actions are facts. ]
I defected from the village where I was born. Instead of staying with them I joined a man I knew was a criminal in order to increase my power, and when I got the chance I turned on him too. Back then it didn't matter to me what I needed to do, or who I needed to cross.
I attacked and tried to kidnap the brother of a world leader, and later when that man and an enemy of mine were at a political summit, I attacked that as well. I killed anyone who got in my way and planned to destroy my old village itself... to that end instigating a war.
The only reason I'm still alive is because I didn't succeed in doing half of what I planned, because I ended that same war, and because I had connections that vouched for me.
(every sentence, every word, every syllable gets worse as sasuke recounts his misdeeds.
"misdeeds," no. his crimes against humanity.
jonas' ability stutters into dark, leaving the hands covering sasuke's muggy in a flash sweat that heats him to the ears. they ring, drowning any explanation that follows his confession to a series of coldblooded murders, making him focus instead on his mouth. his own, dry; his tongue, thick; his throat, tight enough that his next swallow's loud. anyone who got in his way. anyone. men, women, children? who? why? why?
he considers staying to bravely ask questions, trying to cut to the core of the problem to glean some understanding from an issue so daunting he's been rendered speechless. then jonas remembers that he already went through this before, his curiosity damning him to oblivion. from his own mouth, "courage is not always the way, dear," soul too weak to resist being a puppet to the sunken. he's afraid; this time there's no one stopping him from quickly removing himself from the situation.
getting up, jonas murmurs something inaudible beneath his breath and turns to leave.)
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But sides are only for motivations; actions are facts. ]
I defected from the village where I was born. Instead of staying with them I joined a man I knew was a criminal in order to increase my power, and when I got the chance I turned on him too. Back then it didn't matter to me what I needed to do, or who I needed to cross.
I attacked and tried to kidnap the brother of a world leader, and later when that man and an enemy of mine were at a political summit, I attacked that as well. I killed anyone who got in my way and planned to destroy my old village itself... to that end instigating a war.
The only reason I'm still alive is because I didn't succeed in doing half of what I planned, because I ended that same war, and because I had connections that vouched for me.
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"misdeeds," no. his crimes against humanity.
jonas' ability stutters into dark, leaving the hands covering sasuke's muggy in a flash sweat that heats him to the ears. they ring, drowning any explanation that follows his confession to a series of coldblooded murders, making him focus instead on his mouth. his own, dry; his tongue, thick; his throat, tight enough that his next swallow's loud. anyone who got in his way. anyone. men, women, children? who? why? why?
he considers staying to bravely ask questions, trying to cut to the core of the problem to glean some understanding from an issue so daunting he's been rendered speechless. then jonas remembers that he already went through this before, his curiosity damning him to oblivion. from his own mouth, "courage is not always the way, dear," soul too weak to resist being a puppet to the sunken. he's afraid; this time there's no one stopping him from quickly removing himself from the situation.
getting up, jonas murmurs something inaudible beneath his breath and turns to leave.)