Thread:DragonNinja01/@comment-38036641-20190717230731/@comment-36159587-20190718015229

It wasn't fear that was going through him, or the familiarity of seeing just what they had said Oganesson had done to Xenon. It was something, but it made Galaxian only be able watch, helplessness trying to consume him as he could do nothing. He wouldn't let the inferno do that. There were still things he could do. He believed--and he refused to believe that his sensei was gone. But he couldn't stop the blood-red streak falling from his blackened right eye, even as the black matched the other's eye, and the scarlet in his left seemed to mirror the other's as well. The drop of blood fell and was gone.

Psychopath. Many more unflattering adjectives rushed through his mind with a startling vengeance. Shock, surprise, terror at the prospect of his sensei being gone, now--all the Corrupted Deities who had torn away something of their actual counterpart--but something more. More than hatred. More than vengeance.

Resentment.

"None will do," he replied coldly. "If you want something, you'll have to make me."

Resentment towards the being who had taken away his closest one from him.

Even if he died for this, the other would pay.