Desire cocked an eyebrow, turning the rest of the way around when he was addressed with Aoba’s name. It had been years since he’d been strongly a part of the dominant personality, when ‘Aoba’ had actually listened to him, but it was still his name too. He did not mind being called that way again.
More amusement from him at the Guardian’s observation, a low chuckle that the Aoba they knew wouldn’t have been capable of. “Everyone does,” he agreed. “But I’m even more than that. You can feel it for yourself. That pain in your head, right?” He lifted a hand, tapping his own temple. A needless gesture, probably, but it was hard not to be a little showy. He was in control of the body, and someone was listening to him.
“That’s me. I can make your mind do whatever I want it to. ‘Aoba’ hurt a lot of people that way. Some of them were completely destroyed when we were done.” A shrug, remorseless. “It won’t do you any good to ask him, though. He doesn’t remember me. And obviously he doesn’t either.” A flick of gesture towards Ren.
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More amusement from him at the Guardian’s observation, a low chuckle that the Aoba they knew wouldn’t have been capable of. “Everyone does,” he agreed. “But I’m even more than that. You can feel it for yourself. That pain in your head, right?” He lifted a hand, tapping his own temple. A needless gesture, probably, but it was hard not to be a little showy. He was in control of the body, and someone was listening to him.
“That’s me. I can make your mind do whatever I want it to. ‘Aoba’ hurt a lot of people that way. Some of them were completely destroyed when we were done.” A shrug, remorseless. “It won’t do you any good to ask him, though. He doesn’t remember me. And obviously he doesn’t either.” A flick of gesture towards Ren.