He backs away from the hedgehog a bit, deeply disturbed by his attitude. “I, um… yes.” He clears his throat. “Yes, I suppose whatever makes you happy must be a good thing but—” In realizing the sort of intimidation that the hedgehog is radiating, he stops himself, listens to the rest of his words, then lets out a breathy sigh.
“I… understand. Listen, Shadow, you’re… how do I say this nicely,” he groans. “You’re scaring me, mate.”
You’re scaring me.
Somehow, this remark brings a strange glow to his eyes, and a shot of adrenaline courses through his veins, mixing with his Black Arms blood. It made him see red. “Scaring you? Hm,” he muttered, taking a step forward, not taking his eyes off the skunk. “I wonder if you know what fear is. I wonder if you know what pain is.
“I know what both of those things are.”
He tugs his glove off to reveal sharp claws, and he flexes that hand, staring at it with a tilted head. “I have seen it before. I have seen it in the eyes of many. I have heard the shrieks and the crying, I have heard the begging.” Shadow’s deep eyes glow with that maniac light, and his lip begins to twitch. “I know what it is like to be pushed right to one’s limit, so that one will do anything for it to stop. I have seen individuals broken down completely. They will do what you ask, at that point.”
He stares at his clawed hand for a moment, then flicks his eyes back to Geoffry, slowly lowering his arm. He does not put his glove back on. “Are you scared now?” he said, his lip curling upward.