She's even madder if the spinning spatula is any indication. This aura isn't of hatred or fear or any of the like-- its hurt, plain and simple. She slaps him again, this time on his flesh hand.
"So what?! You think all of us don't think that same thing, every day? Those of us with powers, without? You think you're that special, huuuuh, you special snowflake?!"
Another swat, tears clinging to her eyelashes because it hurts, hurts, hurts to see him like this, to know with all her heart he believes this.
"You might as well go out there and step on the ant hill next door. Will that make you feel better? Will that give you your satisfaction?"
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31/5/16 06:46 (UTC)"So what?! You think all of us don't think that same thing, every day? Those of us with powers, without? You think you're that special, huuuuh, you special snowflake?!"
Another swat, tears clinging to her eyelashes because it hurts, hurts, hurts to see him like this, to know with all her heart he believes this.
"You might as well go out there and step on the ant hill next door. Will that make you feel better? Will that give you your satisfaction?"