Physique
Before thought effects; other dialogue conditions may apply.
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A strange, uncalled for rage he seems to have no control over.
Another, big spike of rage. Different from the one he has for her...
Detest pushes the cobwebs out of his eyes, pushes the melancholy aside. He relishes it.
He whispers with such predatory hunger it borders on longing.
The disco whores are too much; hatred shuts down his brain's language centre, leaving only a nonsensical sputter.
Threaten with PAIN. All human beings respect pain. It's the truth.
Bordering on sentimentality, it drips out of him. Tempered by something familiar to you. A familiar rage.
The flame of anger dulls in him. He tires of it, all of it...
... is what you want to say, but wait god damn it! With the words 'you're under...' still stuck in your throat you think: what if I missed something?
He's not afraid of jail. He's afraid of something else...
You feel your legs shaking under you and your gun hand rise instinctively...
The last embers have gone out. The war is over.
He's not afraid of jail. He's afraid of something else...