[He's rolling his eyes by the time England's done talking. Leave it to him to try and give orders when he's in no position for it]
[There is some relief when he hears the quiet thud of the weapon hitting the ground; he didn't want to have to force it out of England's hand, but he wasn't going to leave it there either. He bends to pick it up, holding it up close for a better look. It's not bad- and for a moment he's hesitating, taking a quick look between the knife and England. He could take it, give himself better protection if he's attacked again. Hell, he could take down England right now, one push of this knife and he wouldn't have to worry about England hurting anyone else here]
[It would be so easy. And he deserves it, doesn't he? Who's the one who stabbed him?]
[A hard swallow and he shakes his head. No, he shouldn't be thinking like that. He steps away several feet to a nearby bush, bending low and driving the point of the knife fully into the ground underneath the base of it. There's no glinting of metal that way, it shouldn't be seen by anyone who doesn't know to look]
[He stands but doesn't turn back after that, not wanting to look at England right now. It would be too easy to change his mind, do something rash. He's not that kind of person anymore]
... If you get out of here I want you to stay away. Let's not run into each other again, okay?
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[There is some relief when he hears the quiet thud of the weapon hitting the ground; he didn't want to have to force it out of England's hand, but he wasn't going to leave it there either. He bends to pick it up, holding it up close for a better look. It's not bad- and for a moment he's hesitating, taking a quick look between the knife and England. He could take it, give himself better protection if he's attacked again. Hell, he could take down England right now, one push of this knife and he wouldn't have to worry about England hurting anyone else here]
[It would be so easy. And he deserves it, doesn't he? Who's the one who stabbed him?]
[A hard swallow and he shakes his head. No, he shouldn't be thinking like that. He steps away several feet to a nearby bush, bending low and driving the point of the knife fully into the ground underneath the base of it. There's no glinting of metal that way, it shouldn't be seen by anyone who doesn't know to look]
[He stands but doesn't turn back after that, not wanting to look at England right now. It would be too easy to change his mind, do something rash. He's not that kind of person anymore]
... If you get out of here I want you to stay away. Let's not run into each other again, okay?