Lea's not irate. Not yet. But he is frustrated and hurt. It hurts to see Elsa like this. Hurts more that she won't let her comfort him. How can she think herself a monster for having a natural, human reaction to an extreme situation?
The last question, though, strikes a nerve, and frustration begins to shift to real anger. "Given that I had my heart ripped out of my chest at age 14 then spent the next decade and more as a thing that was never even supposed to exist, fighting creatures made of pure darkness, I'm gonna say no. The idea of you wanting to kill that bastard doesn't scare me." Normally, the words would be light and sarcastic; here and now, though they're sharp and angry. And though he hasn't noticed it yet, the flying snowflakes seem to be having a harder time reaching him as heat begins to rise around him...
"In fact, if I could do it, I'd bring him back to life just so I could have a chance to roast him myself. Axel killed for way less than what that horn-headed asshole did. Whatever you were planning to do, trust me, the bastard deserved it."
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The last question, though, strikes a nerve, and frustration begins to shift to real anger. "Given that I had my heart ripped out of my chest at age 14 then spent the next decade and more as a thing that was never even supposed to exist, fighting creatures made of pure darkness, I'm gonna say no. The idea of you wanting to kill that bastard doesn't scare me." Normally, the words would be light and sarcastic; here and now, though they're sharp and angry. And though he hasn't noticed it yet, the flying snowflakes seem to be having a harder time reaching him as heat begins to rise around him...
"In fact, if I could do it, I'd bring him back to life just so I could have a chance to roast him myself. Axel killed for way less than what that horn-headed asshole did. Whatever you were planning to do, trust me, the bastard deserved it."