[Well, if he had known how easy it would be to gain access to all of this information, he might have threatened her sooner. He is not a fan of the cost of this information, but it is certainly better than being eviscerated.
And, as he had predicted, he is not fast enough with the knife to stick her before she sticks him. On the other end of the empathy bond, there is panic, surprise, and an undercurrent of euphoria once he is stung. A short burst of air frees itself from his lungs once he is stung, and the motion to free himself is quickly aborted. This had been something of an anticipated outcome, though he had been hoping to be spared any gruesome transformations.
As it turns out, bracing himself is a waste of time. The first thing he realizes is that he is not dead. The second is that he is not changing. The venom makes him lightheaded, and only one thing that she’s said sticks in his mind.
“You won’t touch me”. So he doesn’t — his hands slide off of her carapace and he just sort of hangs there crumpled against the wall, heart hammering. He very very clearly wants to defend himself, but something has paralyzed his initiative.
But the venom doesn’t stop him from speaking.]
If I wanted power over you, I...wouldn’t have asked.
[And whether she knows it or not — he has it now. Maybe not right this second, but he knows what it is that she fears.]
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And, as he had predicted, he is not fast enough with the knife to stick her before she sticks him. On the other end of the empathy bond, there is panic, surprise, and an undercurrent of euphoria once he is stung. A short burst of air frees itself from his lungs once he is stung, and the motion to free himself is quickly aborted. This had been something of an anticipated outcome, though he had been hoping to be spared any gruesome transformations.
As it turns out, bracing himself is a waste of time. The first thing he realizes is that he is not dead. The second is that he is not changing. The venom makes him lightheaded, and only one thing that she’s said sticks in his mind.
“You won’t touch me”. So he doesn’t — his hands slide off of her carapace and he just sort of hangs there crumpled against the wall, heart hammering. He very very clearly wants to defend himself, but something has paralyzed his initiative.
But the venom doesn’t stop him from speaking.]
If I wanted power over you, I...wouldn’t have asked.
[And whether she knows it or not — he has it now. Maybe not right this second, but he knows what it is that she fears.]