[12] Promise Unfulfilled

Atticus' fingers were curled tightly around Bentley's neck. His void-like eyes were filled with a strange sort of anger that the ordinary Atticus would never possess. Beneath his grip, Bentley's throat bobbed slightly, but she didn't resist him in the slightest. She just stared at him, with large, round eyes.

She didn't resist. But her eyes were begging him to stop. —That's what truly broke Atticus.

As soon as the veil of purple smoke dissipated, Atticus managed to gain another brief moment of control over himself. His first action was to tear his hands away from Bentley and allow her to breathe for a moment.

"Bentley... I can't win against it," He told her.

The less time he spent in command of his own body, the more damage he caused. He couldn't bear it any longer.

"You have to," She told him "It's the only way,"

"I can't," He repeated. "It— I'm going to kill you at this rate,"