Calling it a "choice" would be generous. When he sees Lucius grip the woman's neck, his nervous system sparks and then catches fire, a brilliant blaze of anger that smothers the meek man underneath.
(His father had grabbed his mother's neck once. He remembers bleeding on the floor, his eyes blind with tears as he struggled to catch his breath. "That's enough!" his mother had said, and then she was wordless, gasping, as his father exerted his control.)
He lunges at Lucius, the knife gripped tightly in his hands. There's no skill, no technique in his attack. It's animalistic rage. A beast exerting control.]
cw: abuse
Calling it a "choice" would be generous. When he sees Lucius grip the woman's neck, his nervous system sparks and then catches fire, a brilliant blaze of anger that smothers the meek man underneath.
(His father had grabbed his mother's neck once. He remembers bleeding on the floor, his eyes blind with tears as he struggled to catch his breath. "That's enough!" his mother had said, and then she was wordless, gasping, as his father exerted his control.)
He lunges at Lucius, the knife gripped tightly in his hands. There's no skill, no technique in his attack. It's animalistic rage. A beast exerting control.]