Everything after that double repetition of his number, his place in line, his rank may as well have fallen on deaf ears for all the good that it does Diego in this moment. Those words-- that name-- only serves to make him absolutely explode, suddenly jumping from mild irritation to irrationally provocation.
"Goddamit, Luther, does it always have to come down to that for you? Don't throw my rank in my face! Don't you ever get tired of it?" He doesn't notice (or maybe he doesn't care) that his eyes are glowing a bright gold at this point, and throws one hand up in a dismissive wave, face all scrunched up in disbelief, "And stop trying placate me, because I think we all know that if it really came down to it, you'd choose Allison, but you're still too faithful to Dad's bullshit to change it after it's been this way our entire lives."
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"Goddamit, Luther, does it always have to come down to that for you? Don't throw my rank in my face! Don't you ever get tired of it?" He doesn't notice (or maybe he doesn't care) that his eyes are glowing a bright gold at this point, and throws one hand up in a dismissive wave, face all scrunched up in disbelief, "And stop trying placate me, because I think we all know that if it really came down to it, you'd choose Allison, but you're still too faithful to Dad's bullshit to change it after it's been this way our entire lives."