[ She feels the heat. How could she not as close as they're standing to one another? And when Rin speaks, growls those words at her, she turns her eyes on him sharply and listens.
She can hear it. There's anger, hatred, resentment in his voice, words. Pain, too, and frustration -- a plethora of negative emotions born from a complicated history spiraling into a tantrum before her very eyes. No, it's more than a tantrum and, really, it would've been one thing had he simply raised his voice to her, but to raise his flame, chest aglow as he continues his impassioned speech --
She'd told him to compose himself, that there would be no fighting in this hospital. She told him and he refused to listen.
If it was just the two of them, if they weren't in a closed environment, a hospital filled with injured people and medical personnel who could not possibly hope to remove themselves from the situation and secure their safety if things were to go awry, she might further entertain the idea of trying to talk Rin down; however, that isn't the case. It isn't just her health and well-being she'd be gambling were she to choose that increasingly dismal path because he keeps going, keeps talking, feeding that negativity, allowing, encouraging his heart to become more and more erratic until those licking flames spread, until he laughs and hurls those questions at her like stones.
Her reply is deceptively simple. It's with the same indomitable will exuding from her that Setsura steps forward and, mindful of the nurse's position, resolutely, skillfully draws her fist and drives it directly into Rin's face with supernatural speed and every intention of robbing him of consciousness. She doesn't pull it, curb it. She doesn't hold back near as much of that bone crushing strength as she might were he simply human and if he should move, retaliate, she's prepared herself for that as well. If this is the most efficient, cost effective way to force stability in him, she'll shoulder it. ]
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She can hear it. There's anger, hatred, resentment in his voice, words. Pain, too, and frustration -- a plethora of negative emotions born from a complicated history spiraling into a tantrum before her very eyes. No, it's more than a tantrum and, really, it would've been one thing had he simply raised his voice to her, but to raise his flame, chest aglow as he continues his impassioned speech --
She'd told him to compose himself, that there would be no fighting in this hospital. She told him and he refused to listen.
If it was just the two of them, if they weren't in a closed environment, a hospital filled with injured people and medical personnel who could not possibly hope to remove themselves from the situation and secure their safety if things were to go awry, she might further entertain the idea of trying to talk Rin down; however, that isn't the case. It isn't just her health and well-being she'd be gambling were she to choose that increasingly dismal path because he keeps going, keeps talking, feeding that negativity, allowing, encouraging his heart to become more and more erratic until those licking flames spread, until he laughs and hurls those questions at her like stones.
Her reply is deceptively simple. It's with the same indomitable will exuding from her that Setsura steps forward and, mindful of the nurse's position, resolutely, skillfully draws her fist and drives it directly into Rin's face with supernatural speed and every intention of robbing him of consciousness. She doesn't pull it, curb it. She doesn't hold back near as much of that bone crushing strength as she might were he simply human and if he should move, retaliate, she's prepared herself for that as well. If this is the most efficient, cost effective way to force stability in him, she'll shoulder it. ]