i want to tear your heart out // anger

"natus vincere" ✭ asmodeus ── atticus cursed, asmodeus wanted to laugh and remind him of his usage of language. didn't matter, they were in a grown-up's world now, no more baby stuff. grow up and get used to it. he chided himself with the narrowing of optics. he then touched him, placing a large paw gently on the cub's shoulder. that caused his muzzle to crease, a frown settling on his features as he turned his face to atticus. "please don't touch me." he would murmur, loud enough for only atticus and maybe kold to hear should she be paying attention to the exchange. he didn't want people touching him right now, he'd find closure in the people he preferred. not being touched at this state of mind was plenty fine.
atticus then pointed out that watching someone burn isn't good for children, and asmodeus replied
flatly with a "the world i grew up in isn't good for children. the childhood i had isn't good for children. the life i've had so far isn't good for children. so i'd like to watch, maybe even participate." he didn't know how genuine atticus was being and frankly he didn't really give a damn.

"speech"