[It was easy. Of course it was - a twisted evolution he may be, but he's still Natsuno Yuuki, pragmatic to the end. He smiles faintly as her eyes widen in horrified realization, a smile that vanishes as quickly as it appears. A flicker of dark amusement, then nothing at all. There's no satisfaction in this attack, just business.]
Maybe, [He says dispassionately, staring down at her like a cat over an injured bird, preparing for the next strike. Let this serve as a test run - if killing their doubles won't work, they'll come up with something else.] It's nothing personal, you know. Just doing a friend a favor.
[He pulls a large scalpel out of his pocket, taken from the hospital. Another way he and his original are alike. His ears are peeled for any movement out in the street. He's willing to give his Clarke some time to catch up, but if she takes too long or someone else shows up, he'll finish this alone.]
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Maybe, [He says dispassionately, staring down at her like a cat over an injured bird, preparing for the next strike. Let this serve as a test run - if killing their doubles won't work, they'll come up with something else.] It's nothing personal, you know. Just doing a friend a favor.
[He pulls a large scalpel out of his pocket, taken from the hospital. Another way he and his original are alike. His ears are peeled for any movement out in the street. He's willing to give his Clarke some time to catch up, but if she takes too long or someone else shows up, he'll finish this alone.]