Despite himself, despite his natural inclination to be violent and cruel, despite how natural it is for him to be doing something this fucking brutal--he can't help the twist in his gut as he continues.
It isn't guilt, far from, the troll he's assaulting while simultaneously using as a stool is nothing but dirt to him, but the sympathy pains of cutting his fins off is getting to Eridan. His fins have phantom aches, and so with one last swoop of the blade, he cuts a good chunk of the fin off, but not the whole of it. He curses at himself, for his hands anxiously wanting to depart themselves from their task, only for it to be left partially done.
"Good enough." He spits out, his nose crinkling in disgust. It doesn't look much like a fin now, at least. Just some disfigured lump of flesh below his auricular protrusion. The prince tosses the skate away from him, the blade stained indigo, before he stands. He places his foot on the cheek of the troll below him, pinning his head in a way that's utterly disrespectful, but totally in Eridan's right, he thinks.
"Listen here you absolute frothin' bag a fetid behemoth shit, if I see you again it won't be a portion a your disgustin' husk you lose. I'll cull you like one a my standin' got the right to. Now go an' clean yourself up and stay outta my sight. You'we been a blight on my ganderbulbs long e-fuckin'-nough."
He removes his foot, and moves away from the Initiate, standing to the side watching him as he tries to calm his stomach, and push his active imagination away from how it must feel to have his fins sliced off so crudely.
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It isn't guilt, far from, the troll he's assaulting while simultaneously using as a stool is nothing but dirt to him, but the sympathy pains of cutting his fins off is getting to Eridan. His fins have phantom aches, and so with one last swoop of the blade, he cuts a good chunk of the fin off, but not the whole of it. He curses at himself, for his hands anxiously wanting to depart themselves from their task, only for it to be left partially done.
"Good enough." He spits out, his nose crinkling in disgust. It doesn't look much like a fin now, at least. Just some disfigured lump of flesh below his auricular protrusion. The prince tosses the skate away from him, the blade stained indigo, before he stands. He places his foot on the cheek of the troll below him, pinning his head in a way that's utterly disrespectful, but totally in Eridan's right, he thinks.
"Listen here you absolute frothin' bag a fetid behemoth shit, if I see you again it won't be a portion a your disgustin' husk you lose. I'll cull you like one a my standin' got the right to. Now go an' clean yourself up and stay outta my sight. You'we been a blight on my ganderbulbs long e-fuckin'-nough."
He removes his foot, and moves away from the Initiate, standing to the side watching him as he tries to calm his stomach, and push his active imagination away from how it must feel to have his fins sliced off so crudely.
Eugh.