[He can sense it in her, even from this far away. The frantic urgency with which she rides, the reckless abandon with which she throws herself into danger, it's all familiar to him. A way, perhaps, to cope with a world gone mad. Throw oneself into a thousand smaller dangers and emerge alive, even victorious, and the greatest danger of all may seem less daunting for a moment. It's a deception upon oneself, a small and welcome comfort... if a false one. It's a desire he knows well.
And one that leads only to destruction and turmoil.
He raises his head from his crouch, locking directly onto her eyes with the glowing green visor and holds that contact. Unblinking, unflinching, he straightens up slowly and then stands in place directly in the path of her oncoming bike.]
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And one that leads only to destruction and turmoil.
He raises his head from his crouch, locking directly onto her eyes with the glowing green visor and holds that contact. Unblinking, unflinching, he straightens up slowly and then stands in place directly in the path of her oncoming bike.]