Seemed about a tie between speaking and not speaking, but you don't otherwise have a way of communicating your demands to him.
>>5937613>>5937575>>5937375>>5937280>>5937823Kneeling against the beaten man, you had a decent idea of what you wanted going into this situation but that was before you had the power you have now. The sight of his bloody face, as red as your thoughts turn and send your mind to dark places. Ideas of making him much more bloody to the point where his own family won't recognize him, the need to have a new portrait made when he recovers from what you do to him... if he recovers. A good start for revenge, for what he did to your dad.
<span class="mu-b">"-ough..."</span>
At the same time you feel a little queasy for such unnatural thoughts, as the stress from the fight starts to subside. An evil supervillain, of course! To have the world in your clutches is your stretch goal. You'd never really thought as far as killing a person along the way to such goals however, and are at least a little perturbed by how easy it feels like you could, at least with Kovacs here. Best not to lose yourself now, at the worst moment so to banish the conflict boiling within, you rear your head back for another helmeted headbutt to your victim. Though he had been clutching at his face from the previous blow, to cushion some of this second impact, you get the point across you feel.
Albeit with some hesitation for speaking with your voice, realizing some sort of voice modulator would be a good investment, but you highly doubt he would be able to recognize you even if he heard you again partly for the muffling effect of the helmet.
<span class="mu-b">"I want money. Unmarked bills, every penny you have. I'll be following you and, if you try anything... you won't like what happens. You better pray the amount you have in cash is enough."</span>
<span class="mu-g">"-r-right here right now I have... in here..."</span>
A bit stunned and more bloody from your retribution, but in hopes of avoiding further harm he gestures to the side along the wall shelves. Easing off kneeling atop him, you keep a grip of his shirt as he crawls along and opens one of the low cabinets to reveal a safe. Some struggle in his condition to get it open but eventually the contents are revealed as you shove him aside to grab everything that you can. A bit of a haphazard effort as you try to think of what to do and end up just shoving what you can down inside your bodysuit. Not everything is immediately or obviously valuable to you so you prioritize whatever is clearly worthwhile, cash being the natural focus.
