And there the smile goes ago, a candle snuffed. "No... NO, IT AIN'T. It's harder. HARSHER. Capitol ain't got nothing what he ain't seen before. BUT WE GOT STRONGER WE UP AND DID, THE LOT OF US. So I figure as... when all it ends again, and it will, the last of us will be strong enough what to be able to manage. OUR CHOSEN GREATS WILL MOTHERFUCKING SURVIVE." He wonders if they're showing that on the televisions. He wonders if Terezi will hear it, or if maybe, in district five all put away, Gamzee might.
"Can't quite answer that other thing none. MAYBE WHEN ALL YOU GET LOSING PEOPLE WHAT YOU MOTHERFUCKING CARED FOR CAUSE OF YOU'RE TURNING TO BE. Maybe when you start hurting them your own self." Like he did. "OR MAYBE IT'S ALL BEING YOU. Even the worst still thinking they has for their own self. SO IF THAT'S BEING SUCH WHAT IF YOU AIN'T NEVER STOP BEING YOU? It's just... part." He shrugs, uncomfortable. "AIN'T KNOW RIGHTLY." What about Kurloz? Was he not himself anymore because he wasn't much like his other self? They shared a soul but his otherself felt like a whole different person. More like the way Gamzee was, same but different.
He looks back to see the arm Dennet holds out. He takes the blood in, bright as it is. Then he reaches to the orange suit he's got, gripping the fabric, and off of it, he tears a long strip. "Give that brachium on the fuck over to him," He says, holding the cloth at ready.
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"Can't quite answer that other thing none. MAYBE WHEN ALL YOU GET LOSING PEOPLE WHAT YOU MOTHERFUCKING CARED FOR CAUSE OF YOU'RE TURNING TO BE. Maybe when you start hurting them your own self." Like he did. "OR MAYBE IT'S ALL BEING YOU. Even the worst still thinking they has for their own self. SO IF THAT'S BEING SUCH WHAT IF YOU AIN'T NEVER STOP BEING YOU? It's just... part." He shrugs, uncomfortable. "AIN'T KNOW RIGHTLY." What about Kurloz? Was he not himself anymore because he wasn't much like his other self? They shared a soul but his otherself felt like a whole different person. More like the way Gamzee was, same but different.
He looks back to see the arm Dennet holds out. He takes the blood in, bright as it is. Then he reaches to the orange suit he's got, gripping the fabric, and off of it, he tears a long strip. "Give that brachium on the fuck over to him," He says, holding the cloth at ready.