[Rolo's fully planning to play dumb and harmless for a bit first to gather information. He's not interested in this lunatic's motives or whatever, but the search for scattered organs would go faster if this guy let anything about them slip.
The sudden gunshot takes him by surprise, though.
He startles, head whipping around towards the source of the sound. It didn't come from the man on the docks, nor was it aimed at Rolo himself. But he doesn't have time to solve that mystery before his attention is pulled quickly back to the man reaching into his coat and the strange light. Some kind of magic? Just going for a gun of his own? Whatever it is, it's almost definitely bad.
So much for playing innocent.
A red glow seeps into Rolo's right eye as he activates his Geass, ignoring the screaming discomfort from the half of him that doesn't even want to accept that that's a real thing he can do. There's that familiar pain in his chest as the zone of it swells instantly to swallow the man on the docks, but he won't have to deal with it for long. He's already pulling out his switchblade and closing the distance.
It's something he's done countless times since he was six years old. A controlled use of his Geass, and then a swift slice or well-aimed bullet while the target isn't even aware of the flow of time. Enemies of the Order, those marked for assassination, his brother's enemies, anyone who could potentially pose a threat – all fell with ease. No one lives in his time. He gets right up in front of the man, can see the the soft pulse of a vein in his neck from a heart that continues to beat even while the mind is unaware, lifts the knife for a quick, clean slash–
And then the bile abruptly rises in his throat as a sick feeling overtakes him, the voice from that other part of him shrieking in horror at his own actions, how easily it comes to him, this thing he'd so badly wanted to believe wasn't real–
He hesitates a second too long, hand trembling where the blade is held ready to a defenseless throat. His chest feels tight and he's not sure if he's held the Geass for too long or if it's just the distress, but the effect of it falters. To Gogol and Akechi, both of them caught in its range, no time seems to have passed at all. Gogol is still actively snapping Akechi's wrist when Rolo is just suddenly there right in his face with a knife to his neck, like the boy had simply teleported without any kind of fanfare.]
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The sudden gunshot takes him by surprise, though.
He startles, head whipping around towards the source of the sound. It didn't come from the man on the docks, nor was it aimed at Rolo himself. But he doesn't have time to solve that mystery before his attention is pulled quickly back to the man reaching into his coat and the strange light. Some kind of magic? Just going for a gun of his own? Whatever it is, it's almost definitely bad.
So much for playing innocent.
A red glow seeps into Rolo's right eye as he activates his Geass, ignoring the screaming discomfort from the half of him that doesn't even want to accept that that's a real thing he can do. There's that familiar pain in his chest as the zone of it swells instantly to swallow the man on the docks, but he won't have to deal with it for long. He's already pulling out his switchblade and closing the distance.
It's something he's done countless times since he was six years old. A controlled use of his Geass, and then a swift slice or well-aimed bullet while the target isn't even aware of the flow of time. Enemies of the Order, those marked for assassination, his brother's enemies, anyone who could potentially pose a threat – all fell with ease. No one lives in his time. He gets right up in front of the man, can see the the soft pulse of a vein in his neck from a heart that continues to beat even while the mind is unaware, lifts the knife for a quick, clean slash–
And then the bile abruptly rises in his throat as a sick feeling overtakes him, the voice from that other part of him shrieking in horror at his own actions, how easily it comes to him, this thing he'd so badly wanted to believe wasn't real–
He hesitates a second too long, hand trembling where the blade is held ready to a defenseless throat. His chest feels tight and he's not sure if he's held the Geass for too long or if it's just the distress, but the effect of it falters. To Gogol and Akechi, both of them caught in its range, no time seems to have passed at all. Gogol is still actively snapping Akechi's wrist when Rolo is just suddenly there right in his face with a knife to his neck, like the boy had simply teleported without any kind of fanfare.]