[He does not argue semantics; his ego does not demand it. He watches instead, waits, and there is a decision to make: to struggle and make this more difficult for Slevin, or simply ride out the pain, let the anger bubble and fester like an open wound.
He is tired of riding this out.
The punch, he is ready for; the feint he is not. Moving to lean out of the way, avoiding the elbow, he does not calculate for the reach of Slevin's leg. Hannibal hears it break picoseconds before the pain shoots through him. His throat closes around an agonized cry, and he falls backward again, hard. The pain in his tailbone is nothing, barely a murmur in his consciousness, compared to the loss of his knee. There is one good thing to the Barge, one useful cheat: as with his unsplinted, broken arm, this too will mend in death.
Gritting his teeth, still bloody from where he bit the inside of his cheek, Hannibal turns his gave up at Slevin. There is anger that he cannot, does not want to hide, there, and he licks his lips to taste blood.]
I hope you don't intend to converse through this. [Somehow, through the grating tone his voice takes on with pain, he manages to sound bored with the very thought.]
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He is tired of riding this out.
The punch, he is ready for; the feint he is not. Moving to lean out of the way, avoiding the elbow, he does not calculate for the reach of Slevin's leg. Hannibal hears it break picoseconds before the pain shoots through him. His throat closes around an agonized cry, and he falls backward again, hard. The pain in his tailbone is nothing, barely a murmur in his consciousness, compared to the loss of his knee. There is one good thing to the Barge, one useful cheat: as with his unsplinted, broken arm, this too will mend in death.
Gritting his teeth, still bloody from where he bit the inside of his cheek, Hannibal turns his gave up at Slevin. There is anger that he cannot, does not want to hide, there, and he licks his lips to taste blood.]
I hope you don't intend to converse through this. [Somehow, through the grating tone his voice takes on with pain, he manages to sound bored with the very thought.]