It burns, and he can smell his own flesh searing from his face. Doesn't matter. He tears it from his face. That'll earn her an enraged punch to the temple.
TELL ME, GODDAMMIT.
Now that she can see his face, she'll see his eyes, and they're burning more than any acid can produce. He's at the end of his patience, and his daughter is about to die, and he'll be damned if he'll let this piece of crap dictate what happens to her.
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Date: 2006-11-21 03:55 am (UTC)TELL ME, GODDAMMIT.
Now that she can see his face, she'll see his eyes, and they're burning more than any acid can produce. He's at the end of his patience, and his daughter is about to die, and he'll be damned if he'll let this piece of crap dictate what happens to her.