[ Locus's chin lifts. Washington might be a changed man, might believe in redemption, but at one point in his life? He was a stone-cold killer. And at one point in time he had seen the desire to kill Locus himself in his eyes. That desire had been real, visceral. ]
Do it, then.
[ One shift of a finger, one tug. The pull of metal, the swift strike of the mechanism falling into action and a spray of blood. That would be it. He wouldn't be able to reach for a weapon swiftly enough to stop him. No. In this tense and heated moment there is a very real power here in Washington's hands, and Locus is acutely aware of where he stands in this.
God help him, he's never been harder in his life.
When he speaks, it's damn near a growl, despite the faint panting that still has his chest rising and falling more rapidly than usual. Sweat beads, trickles down his jaw and catches at the hollow of his throat. ]
You have me at your mercy. So. What do you plan on doing about that?
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Do it, then.
[ One shift of a finger, one tug. The pull of metal, the swift strike of the mechanism falling into action and a spray of blood. That would be it. He wouldn't be able to reach for a weapon swiftly enough to stop him. No. In this tense and heated moment there is a very real power here in Washington's hands, and Locus is acutely aware of where he stands in this.
God help him, he's never been harder in his life.
When he speaks, it's damn near a growl, despite the faint panting that still has his chest rising and falling more rapidly than usual. Sweat beads, trickles down his jaw and catches at the hollow of his throat. ]
You have me at your mercy. So. What do you plan on doing about that?