The Lizard stopped his attack on the plexiglass when Chilton started talking. Connors. This scared little man thought he was Connors. He could have laughed at that. Instead, a small growling noise emanated from the back of the Lizard's throat, as he continued to watch Chilton, eyes narrowing at the man. He wanted to sink his claws into Chilton, to tear open his throat with his teeth. But, for the moment, he couldn't. So the Lizard simply ceased his attack on the walls, eyes narrowing as he watched Chilton. His demeanor was restless, jumpy, proving himself to be entirely the caged beast he seemed to be.
There wasn't anything pleasant in his gaze as he continued to glare at the psychiatrist--the man who had dared stick him in the cage like this. Connors was weak. He could see Connors attempting to do something like this, attempting to stop him. But, as hazy recollections of Connors's memory floated through the Lizard's mind, he realized that it was equal parts Chilton's fault as it was Connors's. Connors was weak. Chilton was persuasive. Both would pay.
"Do not call me Connorsss." His words were slow and languid, like they were taking so much effort to say, as he trailed off into a hiss, still glaring at Chilton all the while. "Connorsss is weak." A weak man who feared the Lizard, who tried to repress it instead of accepting its true power. Pathetic. "I am better. I am the Lizard." The look on the Lizard's face was downright predatory as it watched Chilton between the bars of the cage, eyeing the syringe. That was dangerous. That needed to be watched, especially if this conniving little human attempted to do something to him.
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There wasn't anything pleasant in his gaze as he continued to glare at the psychiatrist--the man who had dared stick him in the cage like this. Connors was weak. He could see Connors attempting to do something like this, attempting to stop him. But, as hazy recollections of Connors's memory floated through the Lizard's mind, he realized that it was equal parts Chilton's fault as it was Connors's. Connors was weak. Chilton was persuasive. Both would pay.
"Do not call me Connorsss." His words were slow and languid, like they were taking so much effort to say, as he trailed off into a hiss, still glaring at Chilton all the while. "Connorsss is weak." A weak man who feared the Lizard, who tried to repress it instead of accepting its true power. Pathetic. "I am better. I am the Lizard." The look on the Lizard's face was downright predatory as it watched Chilton between the bars of the cage, eyeing the syringe. That was dangerous. That needed to be watched, especially if this conniving little human attempted to do something to him.