[he feels - hatred. disgust, as the copy makes to touch him. he doesn't know where to put any of those feelings, coiled so tight in his stomach. hating himself for falling for zephir's tricks, hating zephir for being the trick.]
No, you won't.
[saber ducks out of the clone's reach, twisting around to kick right at his kneecap. he doesn't know what that will do aside from send a message that he's not going to be compliant. he doesn't want to eat it now, naturally, so he drops the pot onto the floor. ceramic crashes apart, pieces gliding in all directions.]
cw violence?? homophobia? saber
No, you won't.
[saber ducks out of the clone's reach, twisting around to kick right at his kneecap. he doesn't know what that will do aside from send a message that he's not going to be compliant. he doesn't want to eat it now, naturally, so he drops the pot onto the floor. ceramic crashes apart, pieces gliding in all directions.]
Have fun with that.