[Now that Machina's fallen into the doom and gloom spiral, he'll be stuck there for ages. It doesn't help that the darkness clinging to him is seeping in and fueling his grief and fear and insecurity. His steps slow, not quite reaching a stop, but pretty darn close. Meanwhile, the clouds overhead continue to darken and release a miserable drizzle.
Something Snow White says stabs him hard in the conscience. She says the bears are no more dangerous than he is. But... she doesn't know. She doesn't know the things he's done, the blood he's spilled. He's a lying, sneaking wretch taking advantage of her goodness.]
I'm more dangerous than you realize.
[It's not a boast. It's a painful truth. Or... it was.]
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Something Snow White says stabs him hard in the conscience. She says the bears are no more dangerous than he is. But... she doesn't know. She doesn't know the things he's done, the blood he's spilled. He's a lying, sneaking wretch taking advantage of her goodness.]
I'm more dangerous than you realize.
[It's not a boast. It's a painful truth. Or... it was.]
At least, I used to be.