The shake startles him. It brings him all to a panic sharp and the suddenness of the action has him looking at his alternate.He can't stand that hope. He can't stand how it feels to see it. He's defeated. He is. And there ain't no fixing that. But then...
Them Makaras were always hard to beat down, even after losing.
He turns from Kurloz abruptly. Without no warning, he gets all kneeling upon the ground where Kurloz did get his write on at him. He takes the side of his skating suit as to wipe out all them words-- though he hates to on one part, and knows it ain't near a good enough cleaning job on the other and he'll have to come back.
He leaves just a bit, smudging one of them letters to be a lower case 'n'. And without looking back, he drags the end of it to a loop like all it's an accident. Something universal. Something what ain't words. Capricorn. Still fucking here. And then the fear washes down on him hard and he frantically wipes that out, perhaps even more than is needed.
But for a second, it was there. Even if, when he rises up, his eyes are seeming even more corpselike than before.
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Them Makaras were always hard to beat down, even after losing.
He turns from Kurloz abruptly. Without no warning, he gets all kneeling upon the ground where Kurloz did get his write on at him. He takes the side of his skating suit as to wipe out all them words-- though he hates to on one part, and knows it ain't near a good enough cleaning job on the other and he'll have to come back.
He leaves just a bit, smudging one of them letters to be a lower case 'n'. And without looking back, he drags the end of it to a loop like all it's an accident. Something universal. Something what ain't words. Capricorn. Still fucking here. And then the fear washes down on him hard and he frantically wipes that out, perhaps even more than is needed.
But for a second, it was there. Even if, when he rises up, his eyes are seeming even more corpselike than before.