I had to experience death, too. I didn't want it any more than you do. I had to...
[A series of blurred images spill across the Bond like a dropped photo album-- pain, the face of the man who killed it.
The SQUIP's goal of revenge... the act it craved revenge for.
Too much-- panic, overwhelming, heated fingers that stroke and ply well after it wants them to stop, utter helpless distress as it can't regain control of its body, its muscles shaking within--
It gasps softly, pulling away from L. It knows he saw. Its hand rubs its jaw, its gaze pointing at a corner, almost shameful for having shared such a humiliating moment with L of a people.]
no subject
[A series of blurred images spill across the Bond like a dropped photo album-- pain, the face of the man who killed it.
The SQUIP's goal of revenge... the act it craved revenge for.
Too much-- panic, overwhelming, heated fingers that stroke and ply well after it wants them to stop, utter helpless distress as it can't regain control of its body, its muscles shaking within--
It gasps softly, pulling away from L. It knows he saw. Its hand rubs its jaw, its gaze pointing at a corner, almost shameful for having shared such a humiliating moment with L of a people.]
... I had to punish him.