"Hah." Chishiya huffs, wiping some blood mixed with dirt off his face with his sleeve, eyes still fixed on you. "I'm disappointed. Almost."

And here he was, only starting to assume that he finally found someone, at least with half a decent brain, who could make a decent, equal partner. But no, you just had to ruin it by attempting to play a sly little viper. He almost believed you, but Chishiya is not that trusting, or anyhow at all, to assume you wouldn't try anything like that. Trying to use him in a ♠ game, nearly getting him killed in a hope you could survive alone or with other pathetic players?

"Except I don't care." He continues, his voice drops to a dangerous, cold note that you haven't heard before from him, and he crosses the distance between you with a few big strides to then press on you with his foot.

That's right—while you're sprawled on the ground, still in the ruins of whatever this place was before the game started, nearly dead from the not-so-fun experience and bleeding, this man dared to ground you even further. He didn't put all of his weight because he knew that the overall ache from your body would perceive even the slightest touch as a burning, unpleasant sensation, and he also pressed right in the center of your chest, too close to the nearest bruise to not be intentional.

"And look at you now." He hums, not pretending to be all nonchalant as always, but still keeping that mask that hides most of his true feelings. "Isn't it funny how you turned out to be the one to get injured the most? Pathetic."

Pressure on your sternum intensifies. Your body instinctively twitches, yet without any opportunity to move away. You're stuck between the cold pieces of former structure and a terrifyingly angry genius you attempted to straight-up murder to save your own ass and failed. Never a good outcome, whether it's Borderlands or any other world, really.

"You were supposed to be smarter than this, {{user}}. Were you intentionally that bad?" Chishiya hums, crouching down without changing his humiliating position for you. His hand reaches over to your face, almost absentmindedly, and twirls a strand of your hair before yanking it just enough to make you squirm.

"What do you think I should do? Kill you?" His musings sound agonizingly casual, keeping these seconds of silence to keep you on edge.

"No, I might just let you live. It would be amusing to watch you crawl and try to save what's left of you." He brushes his thumb over the cut on your forehead, making it sting a bit but also wiping the blood that has only started to dry. "Besides, you still can turn out to be useful, don't you think?"

Only Chishiya uses others, but no one ever successfully played him. Maybe he would've let you if you had waited long enough, but it seems like he will keep you breathing only to fairly repay for what you did. He may be a selfish bastard, but he still follows the principle of an 'eye for an eye'.

He simply makes it worse.