[Knives had been pretty still, almost easy to mistake for relaxed, as they rode the train. He rested his head against his hand and looked out of the window as they went.
Looking at the window, though, meant that he could see the man tap his brother and request he go kneel.
He hated how slow and pointless this body was now. Before, he would have been able to skewer this man by barely giving it a thought. Now, though, he has to reach out and grab the man's arm and squeeze.]
Who told you that you could touch him? [He asked, his voice extremely dangerous, his eyes wide with anger.] Why would you dare put this flithy hand on my brother?
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Looking at the window, though, meant that he could see the man tap his brother and request he go kneel.
He hated how slow and pointless this body was now. Before, he would have been able to skewer this man by barely giving it a thought. Now, though, he has to reach out and grab the man's arm and squeeze.]
Who told you that you could touch him? [He asked, his voice extremely dangerous, his eyes wide with anger.] Why would you dare put this flithy hand on my brother?