[He's hit with a hot surge of outrage and incredulity of his own, fury punching through his veins.]
You tread on thin ice!
[He hisses into his face, hating how Hector tears him down, painting him as someone who has never fed or fended for himself, a life spent entirely at the mercy of others' generosity. Hating how viciously every word cuts to the bone, even if, with every gash Hector opens, comes the bitter relief of knowing he hadn't surrendered his body in a moment's recklessness, and to someone this determined to make him feel lowly and weak, an ugly helplessness all over again.]
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You tread on thin ice!
[He hisses into his face, hating how Hector tears him down, painting him as someone who has never fed or fended for himself, a life spent entirely at the mercy of others' generosity. Hating how viciously every word cuts to the bone, even if, with every gash Hector opens, comes the bitter relief of knowing he hadn't surrendered his body in a moment's recklessness, and to someone this determined to make him feel lowly and weak, an ugly helplessness all over again.]