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[8th_castellan]

Someone stalks and tears through the corridors of Castle Salazar in an inconsolable, howling rage. He screeches curses and roars in useless anger as walls are beaten and scratched and furniture is knocked aside or thrown.

Ramon Salazar is on the war path.

Deadpool can do that to a person.

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[8th_castellan]

"...All right." That's all he really says at the demand for him to stop acting like a brat. He supposes that's something that'll always kind of be a part of him, what with his marvelous upbringing, but she's right that he shouldn't take it out on her. Or even expect her to fix things for him.

And regarding that parasite problem...

"I think that...you put too much stock in just being able to understand or feel what the other is feeling. We can communicate with an increased sense of clarity, but we seem to either forget to use it, or wind up only making things worse with it. And there's the fact that there will always be outside forces that seem to make us fight. Every time Deadpool comes up, we eventually bicker. But

[8th_castellan]

To 'hear' those non-verbal, largely incoherent, but still sweet, darling sounds from her, it fills him with an almost overpowering desire. A need to protect and keep her always, one that's so strong it almost makes him ache. He moans softly, aloud, while still not ceasing his own Plaga song to her. Cradles her against him closer still.

{I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry we've been hurting this long and we've never tried to really fix it until now. You're so precious to me; nothing is more valuable than you, Hippolyta. To see you so hurt, so frightened, it hurts me as well. Oh my heart, how you ache and cry. My love, my love, don't cry. I'm here...}