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WHY IS THIS THEM LMAO

Ironically, he does not expect her to attack. It was the least he anticipated, and when she did, he is thrown off guard, stumbling back under her pressure and suprisingly vunerable to her attempts to harm him. She lands on top of him, clawing and scraping where she can ⸺ re-opening the wound on his face once again ⸺ and he hisses in pain, throwing her off of him in utter rage. Perhaps he would have obligied her simply amusing ideas of vengence for a little while at least, but it was frustrating to the realzation that she had not changed. She had not learned, and it could continue no longer. He bounds over to her, restraining and standing above her flailed form with the same intensity he showed Rannoch, murderous. "Why do you insist I hurt you?" He yells, louder than he has before, staring down at her in her eyes with cold, angry and utterly confused optics. Vaati snarls loudly, unable to contain the pure aggravation he feels for her, and everything she makes him feel. "Why!" He demands this time, canines inches away from her face. Vaati simply does not understand, and on some level, he never will.