[J had only just barely been standing as it was; when the tune shifts and surges into anger, he crumples, dropping to his knees and gasping for breath. His first instinct is to roll to his feet - you make a misstep, you take a hit, you get back up and keep going because the mission isn't going to stop for you - but he can't. He can barely find his own beat under the smothering anger that Silver's tune has become.]
[But he still can't let go, managing words between breaths.]
I told you- I hear souls- an' you told me- to end- two of 'em. Forgive me- for not likin'- your answer!
[Answering anger with anger is probably not the smartest move, but J's filter is dead in the water and it's all he can think right now.]
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[But he still can't let go, managing words between breaths.]
I told you- I hear souls- an' you told me- to end- two of 'em. Forgive me- for not likin'- your answer!
[Answering anger with anger is probably not the smartest move, but J's filter is dead in the water and it's all he can think right now.]