[ The worst thing— the most deeply humiliating, stupid thing— is that he'd ever struggle, at the end. What would he be afraid of? Pain? Death? He is pain and he is death. He let Darth Whoever carve his eyes out of his head and laughed about it. He had a whole bit he was going to do, singing through the crucifixion.
But he feels blind and boxed in, like this. He feels human and alone. When they grab him, he flinches.
It's almost as frustrating to be rescued as it was to be put in that corner.
The whole thing is a mess, and he can't even take relief in the familiarity of bloodshed, because he can barely sense the thalergy and Vileblood keeps speckling his vision out. The new guy grabs God like a sack of potatoes. By the time things quiet down, he sinks back against the wall like he doesn't trust himself to stay upright under his own power, and he surveys the bleeding-green wreck of a guy before him.
His senses must be more fucked than he'd thought, because what he sees makes less than zero sense. ]
Never better. [ His voice comes a little rough, a little clumsy, which matches the general state of him. ] You?
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But he feels blind and boxed in, like this. He feels human and alone. When they grab him, he flinches.
It's almost as frustrating to be rescued as it was to be put in that corner.
The whole thing is a mess, and he can't even take relief in the familiarity of bloodshed, because he can barely sense the thalergy and Vileblood keeps speckling his vision out. The new guy grabs God like a sack of potatoes. By the time things quiet down, he sinks back against the wall like he doesn't trust himself to stay upright under his own power, and he surveys the bleeding-green wreck of a guy before him.
His senses must be more fucked than he'd thought, because what he sees makes less than zero sense. ]
Never better. [ His voice comes a little rough, a little clumsy, which matches the general state of him. ] You?