[ it's not the insult to his property that gets him, for once. or the reference, which goes right over his head. it's the bow. david's tone of voice combined with the mocking little bow, simultaneously suggesting something like aristocracy (who never lifted a finger to earn what they had) and making fun of what was always beaten into his skull, sometimes literally, sometimes just with deed and word.
the rage surges up in a matter of seconds, and he lashes out. no cleaver means only his fists, but that's fine - that's what he was raised to use. there's no uncertainty or discomfort.
there's just david, who deserves to be beaten into a pulp. killing him isn't even really the idea. just shutting him up, shutting him down, making him regret, making him learn. ]
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the rage surges up in a matter of seconds, and he lashes out. no cleaver means only his fists, but that's fine - that's what he was raised to use. there's no uncertainty or discomfort.
there's just david, who deserves to be beaten into a pulp. killing him isn't even really the idea. just shutting him up, shutting him down, making him regret, making him learn. ]