(it's difficult to resist zero's open-ended offer, but if he left it to her without a proper fight then wouldn't he be spitting in the face of all that his sister's done for him? he knows that if left to his own devices here, he'll sink back into his cowardly, dependant ways and refuse to die in the way that he should like a goddamn cockroach.
sighing roughly through his nose, zero makes one last nudge at his arm before there's a flash of a forearm-length dagger slamming into the wooden seats of the stand next to her leg.)
Touch me with that foot again and you'll lose it. What is it you want, woman?
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sighing roughly through his nose, zero makes one last nudge at his arm before there's a flash of a forearm-length dagger slamming into the wooden seats of the stand next to her leg.)
Touch me with that foot again and you'll lose it. What is it you want, woman?