Blood is rushing past his ears fast enough that for a moment, Dean honestly thinks he's heard her wrong. No one could be this reckless, this unrepentantly careless with their own life. But she's standing there, and the hand on her hip isn't a figure of speech, it's reality, and Dean thinks that if he does so much as blink the top of his head might come flying right off. It's too much. On top of everything else, every loss, on the heels of the latest disappearance - god, he only just left Neil weeping in the goddamn garden - and now Faye wants to go, too?
"Do you need to hear it again?" he asks, voice as uneven as the step he takes towards her. "The only way I could make my point any clearer is if I let this fucker - " He punctuates the swear with a kick to the fallen Splicer's side as he walks over it. " - take you down." With a deep breath that does nothing to steady him, Dean stops in front of her, knuckles white around his Glock. "And I think you know that. Which begs the question, Valentine, when the hell'd you decide it was okay to act like a goddamn fool?"
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Date: 2011-07-14 10:46 pm (UTC)"Do you need to hear it again?" he asks, voice as uneven as the step he takes towards her. "The only way I could make my point any clearer is if I let this fucker - " He punctuates the swear with a kick to the fallen Splicer's side as he walks over it. " - take you down." With a deep breath that does nothing to steady him, Dean stops in front of her, knuckles white around his Glock. "And I think you know that. Which begs the question, Valentine, when the hell'd you decide it was okay to act like a goddamn fool?"