Sark swears in three different languages and staggers to his feet. This is just too much and it would be too much even if he wasn't currently bleeding from several dozen needlemarks in his back.
"Civility," he says, his tone eerily civil for what he's saying- two can play that game, after all. "That is certainly a tall order coming from a man who seems to delight in trying to destroy me. I'm curious, Mr. Clark, how much of a fool do you take me for?"
He is so tired of this game, so tired of being trained, so tired of being afraid of this man. All he wants is for him to either get this over with or leave him alone.
He stares at the corpse on its feet, anywhere but directly at Clark, lest he have to look the man in the eye when he's in this state.
"Are you going to kill me?" He finally asks, sounding exasperated. "If you're planning on it, I would make it quick. I wager I have about four more days left to live anyway."
That's one thing he can be happy about. In four days, if the plagues continue unabated and every firstborn dies, he won't have to worry about becoming Clark's new favorite pet.
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"Civility," he says, his tone eerily civil for what he's saying- two can play that game, after all. "That is certainly a tall order coming from a man who seems to delight in trying to destroy me. I'm curious, Mr. Clark, how much of a fool do you take me for?"
He is so tired of this game, so tired of being trained, so tired of being afraid of this man. All he wants is for him to either get this over with or leave him alone.
He stares at the corpse on its feet, anywhere but directly at Clark, lest he have to look the man in the eye when he's in this state.
"Are you going to kill me?" He finally asks, sounding exasperated. "If you're planning on it, I would make it quick. I wager I have about four more days left to live anyway."
That's one thing he can be happy about. In four days, if the plagues continue unabated and every firstborn dies, he won't have to worry about becoming Clark's new favorite pet.