[Something contrarian rears up in the pit of their stomach - something that wants to insist that they are a threat, that wants to stomp their foot and rail against that assessment as hard as they possibly can. It's as petulant and childish an impulse as it is a pointless one, but they can't wholly suppress the way their lip curls, the way their eyes narrow.]
[It took no time, no effort on his part whatsoever, to coax the worst out of them. Always bubbling so very close to the surface. No matter how good you pretend you can be, you're really only ever pretending, aren't you? It's only ever a paper thin veneer over the real you.]
[Their head still hurts.]
[They laugh at that assertion - that they're human. Unfortunately. It's a cruel, unhappy sound.]
Don't remind me. Is that not answer enough?
[Humans, always predisposed to war and pain and looking for ways to impose that pain upon others. That is their nature.]
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[It took no time, no effort on his part whatsoever, to coax the worst out of them. Always bubbling so very close to the surface. No matter how good you pretend you can be, you're really only ever pretending, aren't you? It's only ever a paper thin veneer over the real you.]
[Their head still hurts.]
[They laugh at that assertion - that they're human. Unfortunately. It's a cruel, unhappy sound.]
Don't remind me. Is that not answer enough?
[Humans, always predisposed to war and pain and looking for ways to impose that pain upon others. That is their nature.]
Since when is humanity capable of anything else?