When Sigma finds him, it will be on the road, moving past the abandoned homes. His paint is smeared some, as it often get by this time. His teeth are grit. Gamzee is on his back, head on his shoulder. And the Initiate drags a leg that's bent just a bit wrong.
His head is spinning fast again. He knew the calm what all he'd found was temporary. It could only be such. He keeps trying to beat back what he's just walked away from-- corpses, The Signless, how motherfucking badly he's fucked everything up. He's walking away from Signless, trying to leave behind a motherfucker what ain't ever going to leave him as long as he lives (he knew, the Neophyte had spilled that to him, culling all the followers, erasing them, a full fucking obsession no one else understood). Leaving behind the one troll what had given a damn once all over. And it's sunk in now, everyone who's watching will know. He feels like he's been scraped raw.
It's making it harder and harder to focus. He needs a place to stop, where he can tend to Gamzee-- and his own self too he guesses. He needs a place of grounding.
And then he spots Sigma, relief going through him, lifting his expression for a split second.
And then he spots Diana.
His face falls, turning bitter. His eyes close and he curses, "Motherfucking dammit." His eyes open and he sighs. It's a slow go, dragging himself along, but eventually he'll get there.
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His head is spinning fast again. He knew the calm what all he'd found was temporary. It could only be such. He keeps trying to beat back what he's just walked away from-- corpses, The Signless, how motherfucking badly he's fucked everything up. He's walking away from Signless, trying to leave behind a motherfucker what ain't ever going to leave him as long as he lives (he knew, the Neophyte had spilled that to him, culling all the followers, erasing them, a full fucking obsession no one else understood). Leaving behind the one troll what had given a damn once all over. And it's sunk in now, everyone who's watching will know. He feels like he's been scraped raw.
It's making it harder and harder to focus. He needs a place to stop, where he can tend to Gamzee-- and his own self too he guesses. He needs a place of grounding.
And then he spots Sigma, relief going through him, lifting his expression for a split second.
And then he spots Diana.
His face falls, turning bitter. His eyes close and he curses, "Motherfucking dammit." His eyes open and he sighs. It's a slow go, dragging himself along, but eventually he'll get there.
"HER TOO," He says, flatly.