[ The thing is, Ryo didn't even have to do much to incite panic. Humans were skittish herd animals that only thought they were at the top of the food chain. Introduce the idea of something stronger and their resolve crumbled. The weapons that gave them the advantage above many predators could just as easily be turned upon themselves.
There would be no meaning of calling something a double-edged sword without the caveat of something backfiring horribly.
This... This was one of those situations.
His own wild sense of self preservation has him shoving at Akira's chest to try and knock him back when the other reaches for his throat. He's not above throwing hands, even against his best friend, especially when Akira's fingers do find his neck. It'd be great to just die here with so much to do -- but that doesn't come. Akira's fingers don't tighten, as if there was something stopping him. ]
There was never meant to be more than one Devilman. [ He's not even looking at Akira, instead he's bowed with a hand on his knee, the other rubbing at the flesh that still tingled from his friend grasping at it. He's confused as to where that confession came from but quickly justifies it. To himself. He casts the other teen a rather solemn glare, straightening after a moment. ]
Why would I help make more. Amon changed you. I was scared you had been overtaken, what with your lust for violence. You took joy in ripping demons limb from limb.
[ He's not a good guy, and hearing all of this very surprising news (and getting assaulted no less -- but don't feel bad) has him feeling particularly ruthless. Did Akira really think his best friend's attitude would never turn on him? ]
At least I took you seriously. Miki? She called you weak and only turned her attention on you when Amon came into the picture. If I did something so horrible that you can no longer trust me, why didn't you choke me?
Who are you protecting?!
[ He steps off from the wall, warily staring the teen down. Ryo is better prepared this time if the other launches himself toward his Apocalypse Pal but he won't make the first move. He's already struck below the belt. ]
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There would be no meaning of calling something a double-edged sword without the caveat of something backfiring horribly.
This... This was one of those situations.
His own wild sense of self preservation has him shoving at Akira's chest to try and knock him back when the other reaches for his throat. He's not above throwing hands, even against his best friend, especially when Akira's fingers do find his neck. It'd be great to just die here with so much to do -- but that doesn't come. Akira's fingers don't tighten, as if there was something stopping him. ]
There was never meant to be more than one Devilman. [ He's not even looking at Akira, instead he's bowed with a hand on his knee, the other rubbing at the flesh that still tingled from his friend grasping at it. He's confused as to where that confession came from but quickly justifies it. To himself. He casts the other teen a rather solemn glare, straightening after a moment. ]
Why would I help make more. Amon changed you. I was scared you had been overtaken, what with your lust for violence. You took joy in ripping demons limb from limb.
[ He's not a good guy, and hearing all of this very surprising news (and getting assaulted no less -- but don't feel bad) has him feeling particularly ruthless. Did Akira really think his best friend's attitude would never turn on him? ]
At least I took you seriously. Miki? She called you weak and only turned her attention on you when Amon came into the picture. If I did something so horrible that you can no longer trust me, why didn't you choke me?
Who are you protecting?!
[ He steps off from the wall, warily staring the teen down. Ryo is better prepared this time if the other launches himself toward his Apocalypse Pal but he won't make the first move. He's already struck below the belt. ]