The island isn't what it was an hour ago. It won't ever be the same again, either, not now that Bruce is here. It doesn't matter what approach Bruce takes next - to contain Jason, to elude him, to haul him outside by the scruff of his neck. His mere presence is no less destructive than a wrecking ball, already swinging through every facet of the life Jason's made for himself here.
He finds -
talking to me like it's nothing
- it makes him angry.
"Why are you talking to me?" Jason hisses, his face upturned and bearing the beginnings of fury. "Is this our new dance? We make conversation until you find the right window to cut my throat?"
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Date: 2011-11-07 01:21 am (UTC)The island isn't what it was an hour ago. It won't ever be the same again, either, not now that Bruce is here. It doesn't matter what approach Bruce takes next - to contain Jason, to elude him, to haul him outside by the scruff of his neck. His mere presence is no less destructive than a wrecking ball, already swinging through every facet of the life Jason's made for himself here.
He finds -
- it makes him angry.
"Why are you talking to me?" Jason hisses, his face upturned and bearing the beginnings of fury. "Is this our new dance? We make conversation until you find the right window to cut my throat?"