Bobo knows he's pushing his luck. She may not have Peacemaker, and he's not sure it's true or not, but that won't stop her from eventually attacking him. Which may or may not be what he wants. When it comes to talking about Willa, he's not sure but he knows pain would make the rest of it hurt less.
"Oh come off it. As if you, of all people, know a damn thing about love," he scoffs, laughing as he rolls his eyes. "It would be cute, like watching a monkey try and figure out a puzzle, except that it means you just keep hurting people. At least I'm honest about being the sadist I am but you? You're sicker than I could ever be, Wynonna Earp, because you pretend you have a soul when you're just as damned as I am."
Snarling the words as he moves in closer, back slightly hunched, head cocked to one side as if examining something and not sure what it actually is.
"I saved her from Wade. I saved her from you doing to her what you've done to Waverly. I, unlike you? Won't speak for her..." Since she left him to die so... well in his world that can still be love. "But I know what I felt for her and what I was willing to give. And eventually? You'll be dead and gone and we'll? We'll be right back there in Purgatory, killing your child. I mean, if you ever breed."
It hurts. All of it. Thinking about Willa in Hell. Thinking about Willa being tortured and tormented and twisted in the same ways that Robert Svane was until he became the man using words to destroy in the same way he often used knives and steel and teeth.
Snorting when she touches him, barely flinching back with the strike of nail against him.
"Bullshit. You're trying to pretend she wanted that, that she cared about you. She saw Wade in you, just like everyone else does. She saw what you were, and she was willing to leave you there to die. Just like me. Like Doc and Waverly and everyone else. You don't care about others, Wynonna, so stop pretending. There's no one here to impress with your fake empathy."
Driving in verbal nails, wanting to make her snap as he stands there, head twitching from one side to the other as his nostrils flare, trying to actually scent the pain and anger on her.
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"Oh come off it. As if you, of all people, know a damn thing about love," he scoffs, laughing as he rolls his eyes. "It would be cute, like watching a monkey try and figure out a puzzle, except that it means you just keep hurting people. At least I'm honest about being the sadist I am but you? You're sicker than I could ever be, Wynonna Earp, because you pretend you have a soul when you're just as damned as I am."
Snarling the words as he moves in closer, back slightly hunched, head cocked to one side as if examining something and not sure what it actually is.
"I saved her from Wade. I saved her from you doing to her what you've done to Waverly. I, unlike you? Won't speak for her..." Since she left him to die so... well in his world that can still be love. "But I know what I felt for her and what I was willing to give. And eventually? You'll be dead and gone and we'll? We'll be right back there in Purgatory, killing your child. I mean, if you ever breed."
It hurts. All of it. Thinking about Willa in Hell. Thinking about Willa being tortured and tormented and twisted in the same ways that Robert Svane was until he became the man using words to destroy in the same way he often used knives and steel and teeth.
Snorting when she touches him, barely flinching back with the strike of nail against him.
"Bullshit. You're trying to pretend she wanted that, that she cared about you. She saw Wade in you, just like everyone else does. She saw what you were, and she was willing to leave you there to die. Just like me. Like Doc and Waverly and everyone else. You don't care about others, Wynonna, so stop pretending. There's no one here to impress with your fake empathy."
Driving in verbal nails, wanting to make her snap as he stands there, head twitching from one side to the other as his nostrils flare, trying to actually scent the pain and anger on her.