[Sesa asked for this. He came to Passenger's room and asked for this with his whole chest, so he only has himself to blame. Yet, as the Liberi calmly explains his reasoning, Sesa's facial expressions go on a journey. It's hard to say what exactly they go through, other than a little bit of pretty much everything. He tries to keep it in check, of course, but that just results in him visibly gritting his teeth. In the end, it instead channels into his tail, which whips around behind him like it has a mind of its own.
Part of him expected it. This kind of response is expected for Passenger. He's not exactly the most hinged person Sesa knows, after all, and to hear that he wants to see Sesa rip apart his enemies makes perfect sense for him. He is one of the few who understands implicitly just how fake Sesa is, and how he puts on an act to hide his true problems, his true identity. Maybe that's what really gets to him more than anything. That Passenger understands him too well.
Or...perhaps it's the way he so easily picks him apart, delving into the cracks and prying them open to expose him for what he truly is. The fact that he hasn't kicked Passenger out at every turn speaks volumes. You have not. You do not. The words bite into him because they're true, and his eyes dart to look away as if he doesn't want to hear it.
Then...he asks him that. And Sesa finds that he cannot immediately produce the answer he wants.
He swallows hard, his mouth dry and a lump in his throat, his hands shifting up to grip at his upper arms.]
no subject
Part of him expected it. This kind of response is expected for Passenger. He's not exactly the most hinged person Sesa knows, after all, and to hear that he wants to see Sesa rip apart his enemies makes perfect sense for him. He is one of the few who understands implicitly just how fake Sesa is, and how he puts on an act to hide his true problems, his true identity. Maybe that's what really gets to him more than anything. That Passenger understands him too well.
Or...perhaps it's the way he so easily picks him apart, delving into the cracks and prying them open to expose him for what he truly is. The fact that he hasn't kicked Passenger out at every turn speaks volumes. You have not. You do not. The words bite into him because they're true, and his eyes dart to look away as if he doesn't want to hear it.
Then...he asks him that. And Sesa finds that he cannot immediately produce the answer he wants.
He swallows hard, his mouth dry and a lump in his throat, his hands shifting up to grip at his upper arms.]
I. ...I don't know.