He can't shake the disbelief. It just sinks deeper and deeper burning holes in his pan, burning holes in him. He hasn't got room to spare for them. He hasn't got time for hurt, even as it makes time for him. This, right after his moirail--
"Pyrope, move," He says. "I DON'T CARE IF YOU THINK HE AIN'T UP AND MOTHERFUCKING KNOW! I don't care if you don't think at he's deserving! THIS AIN'T GOT NOTHING TO DO WITH YOU, PYROPE, SO MOVE!"
He takes another step forward. He growls in warning. They both know who would win this fight.
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"Pyrope, move," He says. "I DON'T CARE IF YOU THINK HE AIN'T UP AND MOTHERFUCKING KNOW! I don't care if you don't think at he's deserving! THIS AIN'T GOT NOTHING TO DO WITH YOU, PYROPE, SO MOVE!"
He takes another step forward. He growls in warning. They both know who would win this fight.