[ Whatever his question had been about her mention of envy is brushed aside. She seems to be suddenly curious, if nothing else, about this topic of losing control. ] The urge to only want to kill and destroy, triggered by anger and grief...
That doesn't sound so demonic. Or devilish. Not fully, anyway. [ How would she know? She doesn't. She only has what humans have come up with about demons and the like to base her assumptions upon. Otherwise, they don't exist in her world. ] It sounds quite human to me.
[ She reaching out to him, to his hand and bringing it in both of hers if she can, turning over his hand so that she might inspect his palm, spreading his fingers apart. ] In rage, in sorrow... These hands, human or otherwise... have been covered in blood.
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[ Whatever his question had been about her mention of envy is brushed aside. She seems to be suddenly curious, if nothing else, about this topic of losing control. ] The urge to only want to kill and destroy, triggered by anger and grief...
That doesn't sound so demonic. Or devilish. Not fully, anyway. [ How would she know? She doesn't. She only has what humans have come up with about demons and the like to base her assumptions upon. Otherwise, they don't exist in her world. ] It sounds quite human to me.
[ She reaching out to him, to his hand and bringing it in both of hers if she can, turning over his hand so that she might inspect his palm, spreading his fingers apart. ] In rage, in sorrow... These hands, human or otherwise... have been covered in blood.