Bakura turned, expression hardening. It would be so easy to just--
no. no even...
...
Why couldn't he?
This was someone who had hurt-- had killed people he cared about.
If it was all right for Saitou to kill him... why wouldn't it all right for him?
The glow was cold this time as it build up. The ice of anger in his veins, eyes in his eyes so hard as his hand came afire with the intensity.
No subtlety this time. Just the rawness of the moment of hate, so rare, but so sharp as he shoved his hand outward, energy near blasting into the figure that was tormenting his brother tormenting his--
The world rushed around him as his consciousness followed the magic, shooting for Cavil's heart, focusing on just one section, pouring healing energy into it, willing it to pump faster, faster, faster as the rest of the muscles struggled to keep up, regenerating, regenerating, faster faster-- The cells were reproducing faster than they were dying off now, warping as the formed, stretching the muscle into something misshapen...
no subject
no. no even...
...
Why couldn't he?
This was someone who had hurt-- had killed people he cared about.
If it was all right for Saitou to kill him... why wouldn't it all right for him?
The glow was cold this time as it build up. The ice of anger in his veins, eyes in his eyes so hard as his hand came afire with the intensity.
No subtlety this time. Just the rawness of the moment of hate, so rare, but so sharp as he shoved his hand outward, energy near blasting into the figure that was tormenting his brother tormenting his--
The world rushed around him as his consciousness followed the magic, shooting for Cavil's heart, focusing on just one section, pouring healing energy into it, willing it to pump faster, faster, faster as the rest of the muscles struggled to keep up, regenerating, regenerating, faster faster-- The cells were reproducing faster than they were dying off now, warping as the formed, stretching the muscle into something misshapen...