[ there isn't even panic when the knife goes into his shoulder-- he's felt and experienced so much worse. a whole year of so much worse, that when the adrenaline kicks in, and he grabs the other Jason's hand around the knife, and then his throat underneath his chin, that he doesn't recognize the blue glow in his own chest.
jay doesn't notice the blue glow or how his powers activate, but jason will probably notice the contact, the searing pain of his blood clotting up where it's not supposed to. of venom moving through his veins.
and that whatever Jason's feeling, the terror, the panic, the only thing he really gets from his face clone is a sense of being lost. of hopelessness, that darkness that he already knows is there. the anger long since drained out of him, and devoid of any sense of purpose. the only thing he has is to sit there with that sadness.
either way, he uses the grip on his neck to squeeze tight, and throw him to the side, creating space between them ]
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jay doesn't notice the blue glow or how his powers activate, but jason will probably notice the contact, the searing pain of his blood clotting up where it's not supposed to. of venom moving through his veins.
and that whatever Jason's feeling, the terror, the panic, the only thing he really gets from his face clone is a sense of being lost. of hopelessness, that darkness that he already knows is there. the anger long since drained out of him, and devoid of any sense of purpose. the only thing he has is to sit there with that sadness.
either way, he uses the grip on his neck to squeeze tight, and throw him to the side, creating space between them ]