"Something made us forget." Just like something has delivered them, first
to Gotham and then to here. Being manipulated and controlled this way
makeshim angry, a dangerous sort of anger that he's rarely let himself
feel. Riddick fights against it, the touch of her hand helping to ground
him.
It's enough to press him down toward her, for him to touch her skin, to
cradle her face in his hands. This he remembers, and he wonders how he
could ever forget.
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Date: 2013-06-15 12:17 am (UTC)"Something made us forget." Just like something has delivered them, first to Gotham and then to here. Being manipulated and controlled this way makeshim angry, a dangerous sort of anger that he's rarely let himself feel. Riddick fights against it, the touch of her hand helping to ground him.
It's enough to press him down toward her, for him to touch her skin, to cradle her face in his hands. This he remembers, and he wonders how he could ever forget.