[It's rare—even impossible—for someone to survive his attacks for so long. Yet as strange as the fact that Levi's still breathing and moving is, Kenny feels like he knows those leaps and dodges, their rhythm like a song he's heard before. None of it makes any sense, contributing to the overall contradictory sense of sense of familiarity paired with oddness.
Part of him: the relentless, animal part of his mind, urges him to keep going, go faster, keep striking, until the annoying little brat jumping around and yapping at him stops moving and shuts the hell up—
—that brat—
—so familiar—
On the verge of lunging again, Kenny, instead, hesitates. The mutation coiled inside his body protests, but Kenny's sheer stubbornness is able to fight off the insistent killing urge—for the moment. At last, he speaks. His voice is low and guttural, but understandable.]
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Part of him: the relentless, animal part of his mind, urges him to keep going, go faster, keep striking, until the annoying little brat jumping around and yapping at him stops moving and shuts the hell up—
—that brat—
—so familiar—
On the verge of lunging again, Kenny, instead, hesitates. The mutation coiled inside his body protests, but Kenny's sheer stubbornness is able to fight off the insistent killing urge—for the moment. At last, he speaks. His voice is low and guttural, but understandable.]
Shut your damn mouth, brat.