[After this, he won't be able to explain to himself why he didn't expect this outcome. Right now, he doesn't bother.
It's a threat display, and it freezes his blood. Gladion yanks the hand away, close to his body to guard the pendant, and lurches backwards, up against the wall of the little apartment entryway.
In the same motion, his free hand slaps at his belt - a reflex not yet abandoned, from places where Mother ought to be. There's nothing there to grab, of course.]
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It's a threat display, and it freezes his blood. Gladion yanks the hand away, close to his body to guard the pendant, and lurches backwards, up against the wall of the little apartment entryway.
In the same motion, his free hand slaps at his belt - a reflex not yet abandoned, from places where Mother ought to be. There's nothing there to grab, of course.]