[Later, Lance will be particularly glad for having thought to shut his gun away in a drawer in a different room, rather than carrying it on him; he can draw, aim, and fire the weapon without a whole lot of thought, and it might've been a tossup whether or not he would've done it before he could think twice about it.
It only would've been questionable, though, because of the way the compulsion comes through to him. There's no feeling of anger or any desire to cause Carlisle any harm, both of which would immediately stand out to him as coming from an outside source, but rather it's a feeling of necessity; there's the underlying, urgent sense that if he doesn't do it, something terrible will happen. It's a feeling of having to resort to self-defense, rather than a proactive choice to want to commit murder.
But being in physical danger still doesn't immediately made Lance choose to react by fighting; sometimes that's the best way to stay alive, and sometimes--as has been the case much more often in his life--it isn't. And he's not even in danger at all as far as he can tell, despite his tension and suddenly rapid heartbeat, so there's no reason to do anything just yet. Not until Carlisle makes some sort of move that convinces him there's absolutely no other choice.
So he fights the urge to act, struggling to stay calm, and then it suddenly snaps into place what's going on. Which... Doesn't help, really, in that the fear-based part of the compulsion doesn't lessen--logically knowing there's no reason for it somehow doesn't have much effect--and he's also now angry on top of it.
But although he lurches to his feet, it isn't to move closer to Carlisle; instead he storms purposefully to the far corner of the kitchen and crosses his arms tightly over his chest, both to make it more difficult to end up reaching for anything potentially dangerous if he loses concentration, and also to provide himself some sense of calm and reassurance. It takes another few seconds before he's sure he has enough control over the compulsion to risk talking, although what he ends up saying is very simple.]
Turn it off.
[So he can properly sort out what part of his desire to kill Carlisle is because of the compulsion and what part is just natural at the moment. Sure, he understands what Carlisle's trying to do, but that doesn't mean he isn't distinctly unhappy about it.]
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It only would've been questionable, though, because of the way the compulsion comes through to him. There's no feeling of anger or any desire to cause Carlisle any harm, both of which would immediately stand out to him as coming from an outside source, but rather it's a feeling of necessity; there's the underlying, urgent sense that if he doesn't do it, something terrible will happen. It's a feeling of having to resort to self-defense, rather than a proactive choice to want to commit murder.
But being in physical danger still doesn't immediately made Lance choose to react by fighting; sometimes that's the best way to stay alive, and sometimes--as has been the case much more often in his life--it isn't. And he's not even in danger at all as far as he can tell, despite his tension and suddenly rapid heartbeat, so there's no reason to do anything just yet. Not until Carlisle makes some sort of move that convinces him there's absolutely no other choice.
So he fights the urge to act, struggling to stay calm, and then it suddenly snaps into place what's going on. Which... Doesn't help, really, in that the fear-based part of the compulsion doesn't lessen--logically knowing there's no reason for it somehow doesn't have much effect--and he's also now angry on top of it.
But although he lurches to his feet, it isn't to move closer to Carlisle; instead he storms purposefully to the far corner of the kitchen and crosses his arms tightly over his chest, both to make it more difficult to end up reaching for anything potentially dangerous if he loses concentration, and also to provide himself some sense of calm and reassurance. It takes another few seconds before he's sure he has enough control over the compulsion to risk talking, although what he ends up saying is very simple.]
Turn it off.
[So he can properly sort out what part of his desire to kill Carlisle is because of the compulsion and what part is just natural at the moment. Sure, he understands what Carlisle's trying to do, but that doesn't mean he isn't distinctly unhappy about it.]