"FOR WHAT THEY'VE DONE! For what they've been at to do. THIS IS JUSTICE! This is what's being deserved. THEY'VE TAKEN FROM US! They're going to keep taking and taking until there ain't nothing left, brother. HE IS STOPPING THIS SHIT BEFORE IT GETS NO MOTHERFUCKING FURTHER. He'll line them up just like they did at my motherfucking descendant and--"
He twitches. His claws flare out and his teeth go to baring more. Then those red eyes get to narrowing at Sam.
"GOING TO MAKE THEM PAY, SAM. Took our families as they brought before to us Tributes." He spits the word. "GOT TO TAKING OUR MOTHERFUCKING TREASURED ONES TRUE! Lined them up and culled them each. ALL THEM WHAT WAS IN DISTRICT FIVE IS DEAD AND THEY HAVE NO HOLD ON HIM! A Highblood is going to hash the wicked unmercies by them if he's gotta fight through everyone else to do it."
He steps back and spreads his arms wide. He makes all to laugh, high and demented. There's a tremble in his digits and it is entirely with want of cull. So he's telling himself.
"THERE IS NOTHING AT FOR HIM TO LOSE, SAM! Everything is as all it's going to be. NOTHING. Motherfucking. MATTERS AS FOR WHAT HE DOES! So why not? WHY MOTHERFUCKING SHOULDN'T HE FLAY THEM ALIVE AND RIP THEIR CORPSEMEATS FROM THEM PIECE BY FUCKING PIECE? Why shouldn't he get down from grinding every single one of their bones? WHAT THE FUCK REASON? There's not. THERE'S NOT A DAMN ONE! And a Highblood really wants to hear sweet symphony of making them beg."
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He twitches. His claws flare out and his teeth go to baring more. Then those red eyes get to narrowing at Sam.
"GOING TO MAKE THEM PAY, SAM. Took our families as they brought before to us Tributes." He spits the word. "GOT TO TAKING OUR MOTHERFUCKING TREASURED ONES TRUE! Lined them up and culled them each. ALL THEM WHAT WAS IN DISTRICT FIVE IS DEAD AND THEY HAVE NO HOLD ON HIM! A Highblood is going to hash the wicked unmercies by them if he's gotta fight through everyone else to do it."
He steps back and spreads his arms wide. He makes all to laugh, high and demented. There's a tremble in his digits and it is entirely with want of cull. So he's telling himself.
"THERE IS NOTHING AT FOR HIM TO LOSE, SAM! Everything is as all it's going to be. NOTHING. Motherfucking. MATTERS AS FOR WHAT HE DOES! So why not? WHY MOTHERFUCKING SHOULDN'T HE FLAY THEM ALIVE AND RIP THEIR CORPSEMEATS FROM THEM PIECE BY FUCKING PIECE? Why shouldn't he get down from grinding every single one of their bones? WHAT THE FUCK REASON? There's not. THERE'S NOT A DAMN ONE! And a Highblood really wants to hear sweet symphony of making them beg."