[There is abject fury on his face when she howls, fury and something else, something that is almost longing. It's twisted in him, sickened, because he was not built for such love and such hate. His hand slams against the communicator, ending the feed.
But he is on his feet and moving, prowling through the Barge, following her sound. He'll find her. He'll strangle the noise out of her. He'll kiss her until he can't breathe. He has no idea what he'll do, but he has to find her.]
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But he is on his feet and moving, prowling through the Barge, following her sound. He'll find her. He'll strangle the noise out of her. He'll kiss her until he can't breathe. He has no idea what he'll do, but he has to find her.]