The more Sasha kept talking, the more Cole wanted to show her exactly how much he cared. And in precisely what kind of way. She was already driving him mental, making him so furious on so many levels that he wanted to do nothing more than strike out at her, uncaring as to how fucked up it wasβshe was a conduit, she could take it. Not only that, but it wasn't like they hadn't done it before.
Remembering how it felt to have Sasha contact him, to shove her voice into his head like she did in Empire City, professing her love and threatening everything he held dear... the straw that broke the camel's back came at the thought of her trying that kind of shit again. The thought of her connecting with his mind because he was practically soaked to the bone in that damned tar of hers once upon a time... no way. No fucking way he was letting that happen.
Without thinking or hesitating, Cole closed the distance between them and took Sasha by the neck, fingers tightening around her throat to just stop her from talking anymore. "You follow me around here and I swear to God I'll kick your sorry ass back to the reality you belong. And if you even think of spreading that tar of yours around here and making more Reapers? I'll make you regret it. You think Kessler was rough on you when he let the First Sons torture you? That'll seem like a walk in the park compared to what I'll do if you hurt anyone here..."
At that he opted for a new show of power, one that would let her know just how different he was now. Instead of an electrical charge there came a rush of cold as Kuo's power worked its way up his arm and into his hand, ice-cold to the touch around her throat.