[ There's an immediate eyeroll the moment the other man says he knew Daniel would say that. Apparently you can add decades to a guy's age, but you just can't take the brattiness out of Daniel. Even though he's well aware he played right into Terry's hand there, he refuses to do so without at the very least an eyeroll of protest. Even when the other is holding a literal samurai sword, apparently.

But then there's said blade. And the actual blood on the blade. It could be fake, some trick or trap, but when this is Terry Daniel is dealing with, him just cutting a person with a sword like some maniac feels somehow like just as likely of a possibility.

(But what then? What if it really is Chozen's? Did Terry just hurt him, or did he kill him, is Chozen okay--)

Daniel feels his heart racing inside of his chest with worry, hating how easily the other can still make him feel clueless and small, even though he's a grown adult. ]

"Settle down".. [ Daniel repeats the words with a scoff. Everything about him, from his body language to his voice to his expression, making it so clear that there's so much energy right there, just bubbling underneath his skin, barely contained. ] You think that's it? That you can just waltz in here and live here like any normal person? Like you're not a monster?

[ Not that Terry wasn't already one in Daniel's eyes, but if he really did something even more manic back home than before-- ]

If you really did back home what you claim to have done, then you should've gone to jail like your buddy Kreese!