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he's stronger than before.
not exhausted.
good.
makes it fair.
we slam into train wall.
metal buckles under impact.
light explodes around us.
in another train car now.
another wall explodes.
another car.
he twists. uses momentum to throw me across car.
I catch myself.
claws dig grooves in floor.
snarl builds in chest.
but he doesn't attack again.
stands there.
watching.
then does something strange.
moves his hands.
not like fighting.
different deliberate movements.
fingers forming shapes.
gesturing at himself, then at me.
pleading blue eyes.
no more feral rage.
what is he doing?
why isn't he attacking?
don't understand.
don't care.
I charge again.
