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MC: Xavie?

Xavier, eyes closed: Hmm?

MC: Imagine if we're not together.

Xavier: No.

MC: What?

Xavier: I can't do that, I'm sorry.

MC: But it's hypothetical.

Xavier: I still can't do it.

MC: In a world where we're not together-

Xavier: There's no world like that.

MC: Just imagine it!

Xavier: Can't do it.

MC: Can't or won't?

Xavier: I won't.

MC: Okay.. imagine a world where we never met.

Xavier: Not possible.

MC: A world where I don't exist.

Xavier: No.

MC: A world where you don't exist?

Xavier: ..Okay.

MC: But I exist.

Xavier: You're existing without me?

MC: Yes.

you would have expected his overt teasing and boldness to be what irritated you about him most, but it was something much deeper.

his tendency to throw himself in front of you in dangerous situations, taking any bullet shot at you in your place, was both flattering yet incredibly worrying. even with your knowledge on his evol, you couldn't help flinching anytime he got injured.

he healed easily enough, but you were tired. you didn't want him to get hurt for you, especially when the line between you both hadn't been crossed yet.

it brought you here, huddled in an alleyway after yet another disastrous deal, his wounded arm the only thing you could pay attention to through the blood rushing in your ears.

"i'm fine, sweetie." his arrogance, his insistence that you didn't have to worry, made your blood boil. "why don't we head back to the base? it's been a long night-"

"don't." you swallowed down the bile in your throat, glaring at him. "you need to stop doing this."

"doing what?"

"pretending that this is fine!" the issue had clearly been weighing on you for a while with the way your voice rose, tears building up. "i can't keep watching you get hurt for me-"

"i'm more than alright, kitten," his cocky smile didn't lessen, and it only infuriated you more. "a little bullet won't kill me-"

"but what if one will?!" fully upset, you glared at him, rain nearly blinding you from looking at him. you could see his expression falter, but you couldn't stop, "i don't need you throwing yourself in front of me like your life doesn't matter!" clenching your jaw at his silence, you turned away, "i'm tired of this-"

a hand grabbed your wrist before you could go far, and you were turned to look at him. gone was the arrogant smirk, replaced by a look of pure worry and confusion as he looked down at you. "do you realize i would lay my life down for you?" stunned to silence, he continued, "i would take every bullet, every explosion, as long as you remained safe."

he looked away, and you could feel his hand trembling. "i didn't realize it affected you so much. i'm sorry, but i won't apologize for doing everything in my power to keep you safe." he looked back at you, eyes blazing with intensity. "you're everything to me, sweetie. i've tried to make it obvious through my actions, but i see words are more effective. i love you, and i want to be the one to protect you, to be by your side, through everything."

"sylus.." you sighed, leaning into his touch with a small smile. "you don't need to throw yourself in front of me to prove that."

"but i want to." he lowered his head to yours, pressing your foreheads together as the rain fell around you. "i want to be there, no matter what."

You never heard him be so... vulgar during sex.

Most of the time it would be him holding back his noises—the noises that nobody especially you could hear—and nothing more. And yeah, sure, he'd be talkative, but it wasn't often you'd hear him say anything more but a few praises... however, though, that changed soon after.

And that 'little' slip up, ended up being an addiction for the rest of the night!

Your legs were propped on his shoulders, clung onto his flexed muscles as he moved you at an unruly pace; pistoning his cock at the core of your pussy, sending you to a spiral. Your eyes rolled back until you’re practically seeing stars, he was awfully good tonight.

And really, you weren’t doing anything except holding onto him for dear life as he was the one doing most of the work. But nonetheless, that didn’t mean it wasn’t enjoyable.

His fingers dug daggers into your skin, basically leaving dents if he were to let go; but he had no intention of stopping anytime soon—even if he finishes—and you weren’t against that. Which was why, playing with you at this rate would be too boring. So he started experimenting how far he (and you) could really go.

But round after round, you were practically too drunk—or too wasted to even focus on anything that was happening; and you could tell Sylus was feeling the same. That same lightning speed that was used on you, was now getting shadowed with slow and unsteady smacks! of his hips.

“Too- You’re too- hngh!”

You could feel the tension between you two grow close to snapping apart. The air in the room shifted and you felt the heat rise within your body—well, specifically your face was burning up, and your mind started going in a haze. Incoherent, muffled sentences were the only thing you could hear through all the schlick! schlick! schlick!—

“Hah… There it is.” Sylus murmured, driving himself a little deeper as his aching cock jammed your insides, prodding your sweet spots, trying to rile you up with the tender touch. And unfortunately, it was working.

Overall they both used to express the importance of something/someone. But with a different feeling of importance. In 大切 (taisetsu), a more self-explanatory word would be “precious”. While in 大事 (daiji), it would be important/relevant. Compared in English, precious child and important child would have a different nuance to it right? A precious child means someone whom is dear to you, your beloved. While important child have a more “cold” nuance and is more appropriate when used to describe “important document” instead. But language is very flexible. in Japanese the speaker who said 大事な子供 (daiji na kodomo) might have the same intention as 大切な子供 (taisetsu na kodomo). So they both could mean “beloved child”. Another example is, when talking about someone you love, both 大事な人 (daiji na hito) and 大切な人 (taisetsu na hito) have the same meaning.

As you can see, there are no big difference between them, and that is why the natives thought them as similar/interchangeable. Maybe the best answer is that in 大事 (daiji), the importance is seen as more objective based. While in 大切 (taisetsu) is more subjective (vary from person to person depending on their emotional aspect).

✩ synopsis: lads men reacting to you complimenting him in the middle of an argument to get out of trouble ✩ pairing: all lis x reader ✩ a/n: inspired by this one screenshot of a tweet from pinterest based off nanami kento teehee

xavier.

"why did you follow me to the no-hunt zone?"

you shrug him off, removing the buckles of your uniform and tossing it to the empty table beside you.

"i told you to not follow me, something could've happened to you."

His steps were heavy as he closed the door of his home with a controlled slam. He quickly makes work of his coat, his tie. Vanilla notes fill the air and he knew you were home from your trip to the mall.

You hummed as you finish piping the cupcake you were working on, perking up as you hear the door open and close, albeit a little forceful and it made you flinch a bit, but Zayne was home!

With a carefully decorated cupcake in hand on a small plate, you rush to greet your boyfriend.

"Zayne! You're home!" you beamed at him in that soft, dainty voice of yours that usually soothes his weary bones, but he was too agitated to care.

You were holding out the plate for him to take, "I made some sweets! I know you a hard day at work, I understand so-"

"Mhm," he quickly says, wishing you'd drop it and just let him go, determined to just retire in bed.

"But you need to eat!" you gently huffed, "Just eat one of these while I get started on dinner, okay?"

"Put it somewhere, I'm not hungry."

"But you haven't eaten anything! Yvonne told me-"

"For god's sake, listen to me!" his voice bellowed, startling you. "Are you deaf? Are those ears just for show?"

He knew he should stop, he should shut up. But he couldn't help it as his frustration finally spill out.

"I just spent an entire day of work with idiots who don't know how to follow instructions, I don't need one in my home too." he spat bitterly, "What the hell do you know about hard work? All you do is stay in my house, eat my food, waste my money. I don't have the time to play house with you. And if there's any semblance of intelligence in that brain of yours, you'd know to get off my back."

Somewhere, in your soft little heart, something breaks. You bow your head in shame, eyes starting to water, you lips start to wobble.

He tries to walk away, accidentally nudging your shoulder in the process as the plate fell from your trembling hands, shattering into the marble tile with a sickening crash. You let out a small yelp.

That woke him up.

When he looked back, you were already kneeling. Picking up the pieces of broken shards, visibly shaken.

"My love," he uttered as it finally dawned on him what he had just done. He was quick to approach and kneel with you, holding your hands to prevent you from picking up the shards any further. He fears you might hurt yourself.

"It's alright, please, it's dangerous to-"

"I'm sorry," you let out a shaky whisper. "I'm so sorry, Zaynie," you shoulders were tight, your hands on your lap. You looked so so small. Tears fell from you eyes and onto the back of your hands.

He just shouted at you. He yelled at you. He made you feel stupid, when in fact, you were the best thing that could have ever happened to him. He made you cry.

His heart lurched, a sickening feel starting to form in his stomach.

He slowly helped you up, steering you away from the broken plate as you slowly wrap your arms around his torso, tight.

"I didn't know, I'm sorry. I'll do better." you sniffled in his chest. You hadn't stopped shaking at all.

Zayne's eyes start to sting as he looks at your trembling form. "No, no, sweetheart. I should be the one apologizing, you didn't so anything wrong, I- Fuck." the words were stuck on his throat.

You, his sweet, shy little darling, couldn't have done anything wrong, it was his fault. He let his frustration take over him and he vented his anger on you, his angel. The only person who has never made him feel like he was an asshole, yet he's being one right now.

"I'll get a j-job." you say, "A-And then I'll work hard. I-I'll do my best," you whimpered.

"Absolutely not, you don't-" he gulped, "you don't have to, I know how anxious you get around other people and- I- I'm so sorry, my love. I'm sorry." his voice wavered.

His arms wrap around your shaking shoulders, holding you impossibly closer to him as he finally let his tears free. And under the coldness of the winter night, you held each other through your tears, Zayne remembers the reason he pushes through each grueling day, it was all for you. He doesn't deserve you.

"I keep on hurting you," he croaked through his tears.

"I love you." you reply. That just made him sob harder.

As you talked things through, and Zayne doing his absolute bestest to assure and show you how much you really meant to him, you finally drifted to sleep in the bed you both shared, he slips out to clean the mess. On the floor, the ruined cupcakes sat, untouched.

He picks one up and takes a bite. It was sweet.

His favorite.

Zayne, amidst the quiet, never felt more regret. Fresh tears finds it's way down his cheeks as he slowly savored the pastry you prepared.

You knew Zayne would be worried.

He always is when you’re in the hospital. No matter how minor the injury, he always rushes over to see you. But you knew he’d be especially worried today, with the large gash on your calf and an even worse slash on the side of your stomach.

Those wanderers should really get their claws clipped.

He looks almost breathless when he appears in the doorway of your room. You’re sure he’d been called as your emergency contact and not your doctor, but that doesn’t stop him from hurrying over and flipping open your chart.

“I can’t get a kiss first?” You pout, mostly joking. Your smile fades when his eyes meet yours, wide with worry. But worst of all is the fear.

It takes a lot to scare Zayne. He doesn’t flinch during scary movies, doesn’t jump at a noise in the dark. Hes always calm and composed. A lighthouse in the storm.

“No vital organs were hit, which means no internal bleeding. The laceration on your leg is deep but it didn’t tear the muscle.” You’d heard it earlier, but you know the real reason he’s repeating the words out loud.

“I’m alright, Zayne. Really.” Doctor mode slips away and he moves to the side of the bed, taking your hand in his. His thumb traces your IV absentmindedly.

“You’ll be on bedrest for a while. I’ll take a few days off to take care of you.” You’d protest, but a few days of uninterrupted Zayne time was your dream, no matter the circumstances.

“If that’s what the doctor prescribes.” You smile. He returns it, but it doesn’t quite meet his eyes.

You know what he wants to say. He wants to ask you to be more careful, to stop running headfirst into danger, putting your life on the line for the sake of others. It’s selfish of him to ask, which is why he won’t. But still, you see it.

“I have a lot of paperwork to catch up on. Maybe once I’m all healed I’ll stick to desk duty for a bit.” He perks up just barely, so microscopic only you’d be able to notice.

"She's six months old, Zayne, she doesn't know what myocardial ischemia is." You can't help but smile as Zayne flips open the cardiac textbook he had written to the chapter on Angioplasty.

"She likes it. It helps her sleep." The baby in question is nestled in his lap, blinking slowly but clearly no less entertained. Zayne didn't often get to put her to bed so you're sure she's enjoying the extra time with him. At least, as much as she can at this stage.

"The bottle we just gave her helps her sleep. You don't want to read her something...cuter?" You ask, trying not to get squeamish at the detailed diagram of a blocked artery.

He blinks up at you in surprise, as if he hadn’t even considered the idea. Of course, why would he?

However, you eat your words when he creeps out of the nursery not even five minutes later, baby monitor in hand.

“You got her down already? She usually takes at least ten minutes to fall asleep.” You check the monitor, almost unbelievably. But sure enough, she’s fast asleep in her crib. Zayne smiles ever so slightly, an arm snaking around your waist.

“Don’t you remember when you were pregnant and you kept having nightmares? The only thing that could get you to sleep was the sound of my voice. So I would talk about what I know best.”

✦. ── couldn't get this part of Xavier's b'day event interaction out of my head (happy belated birthday, xavie 𖹭)

what a sweet sweet bunny ૮꒰˶ ⁠❛   ˕ ⁠❛˶꒱ა

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Protecting Linkon's citizens is your responsibility as a Deep Space Hunter, and you typically feel relieved after a mission. Even Hunters had bad days, though, and this mission had gone horribly…wrong. Your captain, Jenna, had sent you and a team of hunters to investigate recent wanderer attacks near the city. The Metaflux energy surrounding the area was strengthening, leading to the manifestation of wanderers. What started as an easy task turned into chaos, with the wanderers causing more destruction than expected. Nowadays, you’re always on edge, uncertain of what each day might bring. Half of a building collapsed in Linkon’s center; luckily, there were no casualties, but injuries still occurred.

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You had gotten rather injured trying to help fellow hunters out of the building in time before it collapsed. A hunter, half your age had gotten stuck underneath a wall of debris and rubble. Any other hunter would have left, saved themselves first then others. Not you. Seeing them struggle pulled at your heart. Instinctively, you moved to help, using your back muscles to lift the wall and free the trapped hunter, then carefully lowered it back.

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You were about to run…but another section of the building’s wall fell. Without time to react, you shielding your head and neck with your arms to minimize impact. The heavy wall hit you, hurting badly but nothing you weren’t used to. You waited five minutes or so, until you were sure no further collapses. Then slowly crawled out with your upper arm strength. Your colleagues soon arrived, helping you get to the paramedics rushing to the scene. You sat at the back of an ambulance truck, you had gotten your injuries taken care of, and you sat there with a blanket covering you. You say lost in thought until your phone rang. Seeing Zayne’s name, you took a deep breath, preparing to fake being okay, and answered.

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You: “Hey! What’s up!”

…..

Silence on the line. Just as you were about to hang up, thinking it was a miscall, another voice spoke.

Zayne: “Must you always pretend to be okay?…”

You were about to question hin when it clicked—you saw the news helicopter, recording the scene. Plus the multiple news archors standing and covering the incident behind you. Zayne must have seen it too. You sighed before replying.

You: “I’m okay, really—“

Zayne cut you off.

Zayne: “There’s a fine line between being ‘okay’ and being injured. Why must you always downplay your pain?… It’s infuriating.”

You stayed silent, knowing Zayne’s words were true. You couldn’t argue. After a moment, he spoke again.

Zayne: “I was worried. You could have died. Your life isn’t something to gamble with especially when I—…when there are people who would miss you.”

His concern and frustration were evident, even if hidden. He was deeply worried about you.

You: “I’m sorry…I know I was reckless—“

Zayne: “I don’t want apologies. I want you to stay safe from harm…”

There was a pause, then he said.

Zayne: “I’m on my way.”

You: “You don’t have to come… I can get home alone.”

Zayne: “No excuses. I’m two minutes away. I’ll take you home.”

His voice was firm, resolute. You knew it was best to agree rather than concern him further.

You: “Okay, see you in two…?”

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You sighed, stretched, and hung up the phone. You could already feel the tension that would arise on the way home between you and Zayne. A black car finally arrived on the street where everything had occurred. The automobile blares its horn and switches on its low beam. The sudden light makes your mind go blank for a moment, and your eyes squint. Then you see Zayne standing just in front of you.

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Zayne extends a hand without saying anything. Awaiting your acceptance. He assists you in settling into the passenger seat once you take his hand. You can see he was upset even though he doesn't say anything the entire time. By the look in his eyes, the clenched jaw, and his furrowed brows. You stayed quiet, you fiddled with your hands. Zayne took hold of your seatbelt and drew it forward. Gently fastening your seatbelt. He moved to the opposite side of the vehicle.

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Opening the door and getting in. He started the engine, pulling out from where he had parked. He started to drive towards your apartment. As you sit in the passenger seat, you don’t know how to break the silence; so you settle on studying Zayne's expression through the rearview mirror. You tell him he was staring back, his green eyes softening as he glanced at you before looking back at the road.

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You, however, kept staring. You began to feel sleepy, you had quite an eventful day. You were hardly able to relax at all, you found solace in Zayne’s presence. You closed your eyes, letting yourself drift off. Before you fell asleep you could've sworn you felt Zayne’s driving became softer.

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When you got to your apartment, you were still unconscious. Zayne pulled into your driveway and parked the car. He got out of the car and walked to your side. He opened the car's door. He looked down at you, watching your sleeping face for a moment. He leaned forward, his warm breath tickling your ear as he said. His tone is gentler.

Zayne: “Are you going to sleep there all night?”

Zayne asked, and when he received no response, he considered whether he should awake you. Zayne soon surrendered and unbuckled your seatbelt. Zayne made sure to hold your head as he lifted you up. He carefully closed the car door. He locked the car. Zayne carried you up the steps of your apartment, holding you in his arms the entire while. When he arrived at your front door, he easily entered the lock combination because he had been to your house a few times before. He never knew the code by heart, but he opened the door to your apartment.

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Zayne switched on the lights and extended a hand. Zayne turned on the light and walked to your room. Zayne's eyebrow curled in frustration as he glanced around your messy room. Zayne hesitantly laid you down on the bed after pushing aside all of the stuffed animals you had on it. He debated if you were truly asleep as he gazed down at your sleeping body. Or if this had been a ruse to get out of a talking.

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Zayne looked at your face. He noticed a strand of hair that had fallen, nicely framing your face. Zayne extended out his hand and neatly placed the strand of hair behind your ear. Zayne watched you and drew your bangs to the side. He leaned in closer, his lips touching your forehead. His voice sounded strained and fragile.

“Next time, I’ll be the one to protect you..”

A soft promise.

Zayne Li | spanking + jealousy - 540 words

Zayne wasn’t a jealous man, he could handle his feelings well. He would never lash out at you or anyone for that matter because of how he feels. Unless Caleb was involved.

Zayne notices everything. Every accidental touch, every lingering gaze, every moment where Caleb felt he had a chance with you. He wouldn’t go and initiate PDA in front of him or anything, he’d just make you understand at home. You’re his. He’ll make sure you remember that. 

Zayne lost MC too soon, and now their child’s innocent questions leave his heart aching.

“Daddy, what is Mommy?” And just like that, on a quiet Saturday night, Zayne’s world came to a halt.

He expected this question. He had spent years preparing himself to hear it.

Years preparing himself to answer it.

But it still felt too early, and that was enough for him to know that no matter how long he prepared for it, he would never be ready.

His fingers fidgeted, heart hammering against his chest. He didn’t even notice until he tried to rise from the couch, and stumbled.

He straightened himself beside his little boy, and drew him gently into his lap.

“What brings this up, baby?” He hummed, wrapping his arms around his child.

And Zayne knew… he was only asking so to buy himself time.

Time to breathe…

Time to find the words…

Time to distract a toddler from a truth Zayne wished he too could escape.

Little fingers came to grab Zayne’s shaking ones, as if the little soul sensed his desperate need for comfort.

“Because, daddy, everyone at school has a Mommy. What’s a mommy?” His little voice sounded too unaware, too innocent, and it made Zayne’s insides twist with guilt as if he were the one who made everything this way.

What’s a mommy?…

What’s a mommy?…

What’s a-

The question kept looping in Zayne’s head, echoing louder with each replay, until he could no longer hear his own name.

“Daddy?” The child poked at his dad’s arm.

“Come on let daddy show you!” Zayne tried to sound excited, as if the revelation of your child having a Mommy of his own was much less bitter than it actually was.

He found himself acting on instinct, not quite sure what he was doing, or what the right thing even was.

He lifted his son and got up, walking all the way to his bedroom and flicked on the light.

Sitting on the bed, Zayne fiddled with his bag to find his wallet.

Zayne held it between his hands and breathed.

He paused.

Longer than he should have.

Because he was scared.

Scared that his little boy will learn something that will leave him hurting forever.

Like it did Zayne.

Looking over innocent awaiting eyes, he finally opened his wallet and took out a small picture.

It was him… and you.

Zayne smiled longingly, achingly at the picture, its colors were faded where his thumb always pressed.

“That’s daddy!” Your son chimed, and Zayne’s heart sank even more.

“And… that’s mommy.” Zayne held the little finger so it pointed at your face, and his composed demeanor betrayed him as he couldn’t look at your son’s eyes for his reaction.

“Mommy?” The curious tone was killing Zayne, because he couldn’t hide the truth forever, and nor could he the pain.

“Yes, baby! You have a mommy too!” And what was his attempt at an enthusiastic smile was barely believable even for a toddler.

“That’s mommy?” The little child grabbed the picture with both hands, staring intently.

Zayne nodded, seating his son in his lap. “That’s your mommy.” He stopped there, afraid his voice would betray him if he said another word.

“But where is she?” Doe eyes looked up at Zayne, and he swore he could see you in them for a split second.

Where is she…

Zayne wished to know as well.

All he knew was…

“She’s gone, my love.” He rested his head on top of his son’s. He couldn’t say she was dead yet… not to those innocent eyes.

“Very, very far away…” and all it took was a little hiccup to escape his lips for the small head to whip up and look at him with questioning eyes.

“Daddy?” The little boy blinked.

A pause ensued, for Zayne trusted his composure no more.

“Daddy are you crying?” Small fingers poked at wet cheeks.

“No, no baby.. Daddy is just-“ he inhaled in an attempt to calm himself. “… remembering”. He ended.

“Do you miss mommy?” And as much as Zayne wished the questions would stop, he knew… he knew this was bound to be asked.

“Yes, a lot…” his head hung down, almost in defeat, almost ashamed that he couldn’t be stronger than this in front of his son.

“What do you do you when you miss mommy, daddy?”

Aah… more questions.

“I look at you, my baby” Zayne gently brushed his little boy’s bangs off his eyes.

Zayne’s thumb brushed over the photograph again, tracing your smile as if it could still warm his skin.

“I see mommy when i look at you.”

Your son smiled, not understanding… and Zayne smiled back, understanding too well.

there’s nothing more beautiful to xavier than the sounds of your pretty moans when he has you laid beneath him after hours and hours of long, pulled out orgasms. your brows are furrowed with your cheeks hot and flustered when you mutter out with weak words, “please— can’t take anymore…”

god, you sound so cute like this, overstimulated and weak. xavier can’t help but admire the mess he’s made of you — your chest rising heavily, your eyes glossy with your lip trembling ever so slightly, and the way you’re just a small, pathetic mess underneath him — how can he stop when you’re looking like that? it’s like you’re asking him to make you cum all over again.

his fingers trail down the bare skin of your stomach, his touch so light but it doesn’t stop the burning sensation of pleasure from the hypersensitivity caused by your boyfriend’s relentless need to make you cum over and over again.

“can’t you give me one more, angel?” xavier asks with that soft voice of his, looking at you with his large and innocent blue eyes despite the lust that’s evident through them before he’s snapping his hips forward and hiding a smirk when he hears your desperate gasp, “yeah, i think you can.”

despite your legs aching, your weak body shaking in xavier’s hands where he holds you, and the pathetic whine that falls from your lips when you can’t even speak anymore, you can feel the greed of your pussy still swallowing his cock tightly at his words. you’re red, swollen, and you’re definitely going to be aching tomorrow morning, but that one squeeze around his shaft tells him everything he needs— or wants to hear.

he bites the bottom of his lip to hide his smile of victory from you, rocking his hips while holding onto yours so you’re still in place of his relentless thrusts, “let’s see how many more you can give me until i break you.”