[ There are fundamental differences between Royce and Sora - there's hope, in Sora. Sora lets himself hope, and Royce doesn't. It's why it's hard for Royce to see his point of view, to think that there are ways to do things where people aren't going to want to hurt him and take everything he has. It just isn't the way he grew up. You're not trying hard enough strikes a nerve he didn't even know he had.
It annoys him that some kid is getting to him like this, and his immediate inclination is to get rid of the problem. But Royce doesn't have a weapon handy. Thinks death might teach Sora a lesson, but. Tifa, Cloud and most likely Zach would be furious, and Royce doesn't want to deal with the fallout of it this early.
So Tifa grabs him (and by Mar, she's much stronger than he's expecting) and pulls him back, and he drops all ideas of murdering Sora right there. Instead, one hundred percent of his energy goes to getting out of her hold. The touch immediately puts him on edge and he yanks so hard that he might dislocate his shoulder if he's not careful. He doesn't like being touched without permission, which is why he reacts... poorly, to say the least.
He puts as much distance between him and Sora as possible, pulling his cloak closer and tensing, staring sharply at Sora over Cloud's shoulder. A beat, and then he looks at Tifa, expression vaguely pained for about a split second before he's pulling his hood up. ]
I wasn't yelling. [ Royce corrects, a little hoarsely. ] Though speaking normally doesn't get me anywhere either.
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It annoys him that some kid is getting to him like this, and his immediate inclination is to get rid of the problem. But Royce doesn't have a weapon handy. Thinks death might teach Sora a lesson, but. Tifa, Cloud and most likely Zach would be furious, and Royce doesn't want to deal with the fallout of it this early.
So Tifa grabs him (and by Mar, she's much stronger than he's expecting) and pulls him back, and he drops all ideas of murdering Sora right there. Instead, one hundred percent of his energy goes to getting out of her hold. The touch immediately puts him on edge and he yanks so hard that he might dislocate his shoulder if he's not careful. He doesn't like being touched without permission, which is why he reacts... poorly, to say the least.
He puts as much distance between him and Sora as possible, pulling his cloak closer and tensing, staring sharply at Sora over Cloud's shoulder. A beat, and then he looks at Tifa, expression vaguely pained for about a split second before he's pulling his hood up. ]
I wasn't yelling. [ Royce corrects, a little hoarsely. ] Though speaking normally doesn't get me anywhere either.