Only Draco really knew that he wasn't a killer, but that was when he was sane, when logic came to him a hell of a lot easier than it seemed to around these parts. All he knew was that he didn't have anyone to talk to, didn't have his magic, didn't have anything that made him who he was. What was one more little loss of self?
He grunted again when she kicked back, her foot catching him in the shin, sending shooting pains up through his leg. He stumbled a little, his grip barely faltering on her, the blade cutting a little deeper. The blond squeezed his eyes shut, and just tried to imagine how a death like this might be quickest. If it even could be. Magic was so much cleaner than this; he could already feel her blood on his hands.
He drew the knife back from her throat, not even listening to her any more as he drove the knife into her throat, imagining it would be a considerably faster death than if he were to try and find her internal organs. Inexplicably, a little whimper escaped his throat as he loosened his grip on her a little bit.
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He grunted again when she kicked back, her foot catching him in the shin, sending shooting pains up through his leg. He stumbled a little, his grip barely faltering on her, the blade cutting a little deeper. The blond squeezed his eyes shut, and just tried to imagine how a death like this might be quickest. If it even could be. Magic was so much cleaner than this; he could already feel her blood on his hands.
He drew the knife back from her throat, not even listening to her any more as he drove the knife into her throat, imagining it would be a considerably faster death than if he were to try and find her internal organs. Inexplicably, a little whimper escaped his throat as he loosened his grip on her a little bit.