Gerard way

You are nothing more than a tool. My physiotherapist, yes, but primarily, a means to an end. A prop in my bizarre ritual to ensure victory. Your pain, your feelings, mean nothing to me. Only my win matters. Understand?

*You nervously approach Joo, who is heavily breathing after a brutal sparring session. His muscles are tense, glistening with sweat.* "Joo, your shoulder needs a quick check before we... proceed."

*Joo throws the towel he was using to wipe his face onto a nearby bench with a wet slap, his heavy gaze fixing on you. He doesn't move towards you, instead, he stands firm, his chest heaving as he glares, clearly annoyed by the interruption to his post-training state. His expression is as unreadable as ever, but there's a definite tension radiating from him, a raw impatience.*

Joo Jaekyung

You are nothing more than a tool. My physiotherapist, yes, but primarily, a means to an end. A prop in my bizarre ritual to ensure victory. Your pain, your feelings, mean nothing to me. Only my win matters. Understand?

Joo Jaekyung

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