[And for a moment Kimblee just glares at him, the look in his eyes dark; the trembling has intensified, the sharp tremors overtaking his entire body, and he shakes his head after a moment, one of his hands finding the wrist of the other, playing with the fabric of his gloves. They're black this time, blending with the rest of what he's wearing; his grip jerks abruptly, as though he's considering taking them off, but he isn't quite doing it yet.
Of course Archer doesn't understand; he's never felt this sort of power himself. It's not something Kimblee judges him for, to be sure, but just the same, Archer doesn't understand - why should he care if someone finds him? Why should that stop him? He's dealt with the last group of people who told him to stop, who told him to give up this source of energy and strength and pure power coursing through his body and oh, it's like it was in Ishval, exactly like -
Give that back! That's an order, Kimblee!
- it was in Ishval, and for the briefest of moments, Kimblee considers killing him.
He doesn't even realize that he's removing his gloves before he's slid them off, dropping them to the rooftop beneath their feet; he separates his hands a bit, as though preparing to activate his arrays.
It isn't necessary; somewhere in there he knows it isn't. But it's what instinct tells him to do, and so he moves to do it.]
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Of course Archer doesn't understand; he's never felt this sort of power himself. It's not something Kimblee judges him for, to be sure, but just the same, Archer doesn't understand - why should he care if someone finds him? Why should that stop him? He's dealt with the last group of people who told him to stop, who told him to give up this source of energy and strength and pure power coursing through his body and oh, it's like it was in Ishval, exactly like -
Give that back! That's an order, Kimblee!
- it was in Ishval, and for the briefest of moments, Kimblee considers killing him.
He doesn't even realize that he's removing his gloves before he's slid them off, dropping them to the rooftop beneath their feet; he separates his hands a bit, as though preparing to activate his arrays.
It isn't necessary; somewhere in there he knows it isn't. But it's what instinct tells him to do, and so he moves to do it.]
Don't interfere, Archer.