[ Pitch...didn't answer that. He was silent entirely, in fact, he just looked at Hsru folding laundry, making it clear on no uncertain terms that he would not tolerate anything more than the most superficial kind of fear. There was to be no exploitation of past trauma.
It was like putting a steak in front of a hungry dog. Then warning the dog so it understood if it went for the steak, it would lose it's nice, comfortable home. Then one steak becomes several. The similarity didn't escape him, either, and honestly he didn't know whether to laugh st the irony or hate it.
For the moment he canted his head, birdlike, and actually ended up showing a fair amount of concern. ]
Are you completely sure you still want to do this?
[ It's an uncharacteristic display of concern, Haru. If you want out, don't want to deal with the nightmares, or just plain don't want to deal with Pitch, this is your last chance. ]
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It was like putting a steak in front of a hungry dog. Then warning the dog so it understood if it went for the steak, it would lose it's nice, comfortable home. Then one steak becomes several. The similarity didn't escape him, either, and honestly he didn't know whether to laugh st the irony or hate it.
For the moment he canted his head, birdlike, and actually ended up showing a fair amount of concern. ]
Are you completely sure you still want to do this?
[ It's an uncharacteristic display of concern, Haru. If you want out, don't want to deal with the nightmares, or just plain don't want to deal with Pitch, this is your last chance. ]