[How nice for Zack to have burned it off. Beckett hasn't. He's still furious, crumpled as he is on the floor. The lost control. The aborted feeding. The blasted ease with which he was eventually forced down... if he could physically get up, he'd be at Zack's throat again. His face says as much, unmistakable.]
"You started it" - bloody child - [He twists himself into a tighter ball as the coughing flares again, fights it and fights to raise himself on one hand, at least sit up and spit out the remnants of blood in his mouth. ]
This is what I get for trying to warn you... stay away. I'm not your bloody prisoner.
[But he's not going to offer much resistance, either. At least he knows about preserving his strength, even if it's just for the next go he's still hoping to have.]
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"You started it" - bloody child - [He twists himself into a tighter ball as the coughing flares again, fights it and fights to raise himself on one hand, at least sit up and spit out the remnants of blood in his mouth. ]
This is what I get for trying to warn you... stay away. I'm not your bloody prisoner.
[But he's not going to offer much resistance, either. At least he knows about preserving his strength, even if it's just for the next go he's still hoping to have.]