Rush drops his hands and swivels back around to give the shooter a look of complete and utter disgust.
"Don't presume to understand anything of what I am," he says flatly, perfectly fucking calm, "until you have been unmade, in every cognitive sense that matters, and had every neuron internally shredded and reconstructed without use of its original blueprint while you're stuck, trapped, in a tank of ionized water, because ionized water is fucking conductive and sensitive to electric shock if you aren't being cooperative enough. And then." His voice lowers to a hiss as he stalks closer, all tranquil, coiled rage in the base of his spine. "Then you can lie back and watch them cut into your chest, separate the layout of your ribcage, and learn all about the inner workings of the human body. Without anesthetic. While you watch. Awake. Paralyzed."
He retreats, bringing the hand up to rest protectively over his temple once more, application of faint pressure to the side of his head. The memory alone is -
No.
He drops back to lean against the nearest tree and resist the urge to comply with this man's demand and slide down it to sit on the ground; instead he stands, trembling imperceptibly, one set of fingers digging into the ridges of his skull.
No.
"Until then," he grinds out tiredly, "you can keep your judgments to yourself and fuck off."
no subject
"Don't presume to understand anything of what I am," he says flatly, perfectly fucking calm, "until you have been unmade, in every cognitive sense that matters, and had every neuron internally shredded and reconstructed without use of its original blueprint while you're stuck, trapped, in a tank of ionized water, because ionized water is fucking conductive and sensitive to electric shock if you aren't being cooperative enough. And then." His voice lowers to a hiss as he stalks closer, all tranquil, coiled rage in the base of his spine. "Then you can lie back and watch
themcut into your chest, separate the layout of your ribcage, and learn all about the inner workings of the human body. Without anesthetic. While you watch. Awake. Paralyzed."He retreats, bringing the hand up to rest protectively over his temple once more, application of faint pressure to the side of his head. The memory alone is -
No.
He drops back to lean against the nearest tree and resist the urge to comply with this man's demand and slide down it to sit on the ground; instead he stands, trembling imperceptibly, one set of fingers digging into the ridges of his skull.
No.
"Until then," he grinds out tiredly, "you can keep your judgments to yourself and fuck off."