[There's a surprising amount of defiance in Tsuna's eyes, especially to anyone who knows him. His battle expression is often so different from him the rest of the time.
Sky flames leap to his hands, burning Fandaniel's wrists as Tsuna tries to tamp down that power, devour it even, so that it can't be used anymore. To try and bring about a state of harmony that doesn't require them to fight anymore.]
[Fandaniel croons and leans in toward Tsuna's face, eyes bright with madness. His wrists burn, but he ignores it, too lost within the darkness of his mind to care about pain.]
Because death is naught less than you deserve. Than you all deserve! Than I deserve! I want to die too!
[He giggles, heedless of the flames wreathing his arms and shoulders that seem to dance now toward Tsuna's grip.]
[It's hard to say exactly what kind of expression crosses Tsuna's face at that. Fear, sadness, pity, anger, a weird mix of emotions that he can't quite put a finger on. The same kind of complicated feelings he has towards Byakuran. ]
No one deserves this, not even you.
[He tries to keep himself steady, maintaining his focus to freeze the flames that are coming towards him. Find some way to find the harmony.]
[A sharp cackle erupts from his chest, so harsh he doesn't immediately notice the steam rising from his body or the ice creeping along his limbs where fire once was.
When he finally feels a chill in his bones, he cries out in rage and thrashes.]
[It's a surprisingly defiant statement from Tsuna, who usually panics and dithers at the best of times. But this is one of those moments where he has to do something.]
Not until I've stopped you.
[The ice continues to form down the arms and up from the legs.]
[Fandaniel tugs back and prepares to throw Tsuna away with a swing of his arms, but the ice quickly claims him in mid-snarl, freezing him into a statue.
He manages to huff out words at the last moment. Words that should be a threat. But what he says is...]
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[Fandaniel cackles as Tsuna grasps his wrists.]
Because I want people who ask questions like "Why" to die. I want everyone in this city to die!
[Why do his motives matter? Only his actions should, he thinks to himself amid delirium. For surely a beast like him has no meaningful motive.]
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Sky flames leap to his hands, burning Fandaniel's wrists as Tsuna tries to tamp down that power, devour it even, so that it can't be used anymore. To try and bring about a state of harmony that doesn't require them to fight anymore.]
How can you even think that way?
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[Fandaniel croons and leans in toward Tsuna's face, eyes bright with madness. His wrists burn, but he ignores it, too lost within the darkness of his mind to care about pain.]
Because death is naught less than you deserve. Than you all deserve! Than I deserve! I want to die too!
[He giggles, heedless of the flames wreathing his arms and shoulders that seem to dance now toward Tsuna's grip.]
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No one deserves this, not even you.
[He tries to keep himself steady, maintaining his focus to freeze the flames that are coming towards him. Find some way to find the harmony.]
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Ohoho...
Spoken like a lad who has no idea how dreadful I truly am! I am the worst, you know. The worst man to ever live...
[Beneath the raging inferno and the yearning for death is his actual wish, one he is so determined to ignore that he barely recognizes it is there.
I wish someone would stop me.
The flames ripple toward Tsuna and obediently cool, eager to grant Fandaniel's secret wish.]
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[He's known too many people eager to destroy everything, to bring things down to their level.
But he hears the secret wish. Somehow. Through his intuition, through the flames, it doesn't really matter. But that's the wish he knows is real.]
But I'll grant your wish!
[And the flames surge again, burning with cold as they start to freeze, ice slowly surrounding Fandaniel's body.]
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[Lips curl back on impossibly white teeth.]
You will die with me?
How wonderful!
[A sharp cackle erupts from his chest, so harsh he doesn't immediately notice the steam rising from his body or the ice creeping along his limbs where fire once was.
When he finally feels a chill in his bones, he cries out in rage and thrashes.]
What is this!?
Unhand me at once!
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[It's a surprisingly defiant statement from Tsuna, who usually panics and dithers at the best of times. But this is one of those moments where he has to do something.]
Not until I've stopped you.
[The ice continues to form down the arms and up from the legs.]
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He manages to huff out words at the last moment. Words that should be a threat. But what he says is...]
Thank you.
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I'm glad I could help. Rest now.