Nexo looks at her. Not saying anything. Just shrugging. He hadn't done even that much effort. In fact he'd let him self go into auto assassian auto annihilate and auto destroy mode. Doing that....he didn't have to put even an ounce of effort out. So he says nothing. He blinks as she wriggled out of his grasp. Internally sighing. She kept pulling away and stepping away from him...like he was gonna self destruct himself. He sends a viperish glare her way. "I haven't manhandled you yet." he says with venom and acid dripping from each and every word. He listens to her talk and his eyes darken more. He wasn't scare of Braedon whoever he was. He would take him on. Give him a true ass beating. And most likely take Lucifer himself on with the way he was feeling now. Her warning also came off as a threat. And that was something he didn't like...at all.<br/><br/>He didn't give a damn about her soulmate. It just reminded him of something he wanted to forget. The fact that he was....alone. And so he withdrew into himself. He appears in front of her in a haze that went solid. She walked right into him. He just stares down at her. His eyes quite literally. A void of darkness, shadows, power, and absolutely no soul or expression. "I will take on Lucifer himself and most likely win...if he tried to lay a hand on me. And I would not let your soulmate boyfriend whatever the hell he is...smite me." he says. His voice cold again. Only much much icier. He then looks down at her. "But thank you so very much for reminding me just how much I am ALONE in this world." he says with a venomous anger. "I really needed that fucking reminder. So yeah. Thank you very much." he says. And turns away from her. "So...I have no idea where YOUR going. I do know that<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">I</span></span>amd going elsewhere." he glares at her.<br/><br/>"Good bye Dez. I really do<span style="font-style: italic">appreciate</span>the nice wake up call and reminder of my solo existance in this world." He turns and walks away from her without and further statements. Not even a look backwards. The only sign of his pain, his hurt, and his unearthly rage...was his fists. Which had masses of wisping shadows surround both of his balled up hands. Quite literally living shadows. Spawns of the abyss. And flames of crimson that would scare the hell out of Lucifer himself.<br/><br/>(this isn't the end of the rp lol nope. it is just the true beginning :-D)