[ Maine didn't want to do this. He didn't want any of this. He wanted to stay far away from Carolina. To protect her from himself, even if that meant being alone. He wanted to retreat — to flee — even if it meant swallowing his pride and feeling like a coward.
There is no want anymore. There is no conscious desire at all. There is only instinct.
Carolina is a threat. Maine will eliminate her. It's simple. Black and white with no shades of gray, no room for personal feelings, no capacity for logical reasoning. She is a threat. And if Maine can't flee, he'll fight.
Maine snarls again as he twists around, his eyes wide and dark and locked on Carolina. Without stopping to take in her defensive stance, let alone figure out a strategy, Maine swings at her. There's no subtlety behind it: he's aiming for maximum power and damage. ]
no subject
There is no want anymore. There is no conscious desire at all. There is only instinct.
Carolina is a threat. Maine will eliminate her. It's simple. Black and white with no shades of gray, no room for personal feelings, no capacity for logical reasoning. She is a threat. And if Maine can't flee, he'll fight.
Maine snarls again as he twists around, his eyes wide and dark and locked on Carolina. Without stopping to take in her defensive stance, let alone figure out a strategy, Maine swings at her. There's no subtlety behind it: he's aiming for maximum power and damage. ]