Redsand Canyon The balance in me split by three

He seemed more interested than one should be about how another would kill them.
A suicidal trait perhaps.
He hummed softly, the smirk deepening to match his smile.
Should he really indulge him so truthfully?

"It would be brutal, my dear." He started off slow, just in case Donovan didn't actually want to hear this. So he had a chance to shut him up.
"I would have to fight you, you wouldn't go easily," Derg almost purred the words into his lover's ears. Was he sadistic?

"Unless I was careful. And I did it when you never expected it. Perhaps a pack meeting," a soft smile, "where everyone will watch."
Was he deranged?

"Or I could wrangle you down onto the ground and do it how you wish. I don't know yet," was he enjoying this too much?
All he could think of was him launching at Donovan and his teeth snapping through the Grandmaster's skull.
He stopped smiling, looking away. He must look fucking crazy. He felt it. His jaw wobbled slightly. What if he'd been killed? That blonde bitch that tore open his poor face.