[ Petre's eyes are fierce when he shoots a look up at Ren. There's no hate towards him, not necessarily - but the notion that Angel might not come back to him is enough to unleash a small part of his natural wrath. ]
I'm not afraid of anything.
[ It's not a lie - there's no long-term fear that settles in him for too long. His version is quick like wildfire, an instinct rather than a measure. ]
no subject
I'm not afraid of anything.
[ It's not a lie - there's no long-term fear that settles in him for too long. His version is quick like wildfire, an instinct rather than a measure. ]
She's coming back.