( With shuddering breaths, Sinclair's voice cuts clear and through; he knows it's not real, he knows it's not, but he can feel him, he can hear him and he wants to kill him more than anything—
But Sinclair's presence cuts short with Miharu slamming Sinclair flat against the door; the sounds and sensations hush, but the violence churning in him hasn't ceased, nor the buzzing hunger, nor the echoes of his voice murmuring his name in his ears. An enemy, an enemy, an enemy? She harmed Sinclair, so she must be, and he'll kill all of you to get to him,
Mithrun's hand juts out grabbing Miharu by the calf - and with painful grip and violent force, yanks her down to the ground and whips her closer with clear sign he intends to lunge for her throat— )
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But Sinclair's presence cuts short with Miharu slamming Sinclair flat against the door; the sounds and sensations hush, but the violence churning in him hasn't ceased, nor the buzzing hunger, nor the echoes of his voice murmuring his name in his ears. An enemy, an enemy, an enemy? She harmed Sinclair, so she must be, and he'll kill all of you to get to him,
Mithrun's hand juts out grabbing Miharu by the calf - and with painful grip and violent force, yanks her down to the ground and whips her closer with clear sign he intends to lunge for her throat— )