Though he had the upper hand in battle, the battle in his head was not winning. Looking at his friend, he knew if he had made her say "ouch" or anything of the sort he wouldn't forgive himself. That is what he murdered people for....
As she looked upon him, one would describe Valentine as an outward thinker. He had a perplexed sort of look on his face, one that looked towards the ground. His mouth shriveled in anger then went to a worried one.
The glass went to his hand in the form of the glass rose. "Sorry...you would have won. I was losing power...and too rapidly to have done anything to you. I guess...you win, unless you care to beat the crap out of me." He smiled, truly wondering what she would do.
As she looked upon him, one would describe Valentine as an outward thinker. He had a perplexed sort of look on his face, one that looked towards the ground. His mouth shriveled in anger then went to a worried one.
The glass went to his hand in the form of the glass rose. "Sorry...you would have won. I was losing power...and too rapidly to have done anything to you. I guess...you win, unless you care to beat the crap out of me." He smiled, truly wondering what she would do.