[He's gotten rough with Holly before but not like this - not angry in this nasty, petty way - and it shakes Holly to the core to see it. What of the master who glides easily through the darkness, who drips poison in her ear and knows all the hidden corners of her heart? What of the Digimon who won against the light burning deep in Holly's soul? He seems akin to an animal like this... even human, if Holly dared to breathe such an insult to his face.
His hand is tight - cruel - as he yanks her hair, forcing her to meet his flashing eyes.]
No.
[Tears well in Holly's large eyes - too soft, too weak. Holly is easily hurt, easily broken, while Angewoman remains untouchable out in the Digital World.]
No, I don't like it one bit. You're cruel when I have given no offense. No one would tear the world asunder for me, so why do I deserve such ire from you?
[It's more than she has said in weeks. There's a faint glow in the depths of her infected heart, a response to the call of her true leader, the barest glint of light that all of Myotismon's corruption still hasn't managed to snuff out. It gives Holly courage, if only for a moment.]
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His hand is tight - cruel - as he yanks her hair, forcing her to meet his flashing eyes.]
No.
[Tears well in Holly's large eyes - too soft, too weak. Holly is easily hurt, easily broken, while Angewoman remains untouchable out in the Digital World.]
No, I don't like it one bit. You're cruel when I have given no offense. No one would tear the world asunder for me, so why do I deserve such ire from you?
[It's more than she has said in weeks. There's a faint glow in the depths of her infected heart, a response to the call of her true leader, the barest glint of light that all of Myotismon's corruption still hasn't managed to snuff out. It gives Holly courage, if only for a moment.]