carnagecarnival: (As the hush kisses at our neck nape.)
The Initiate Fraysong ♑ (Young GHB) ([personal profile] carnagecarnival) wrote in [community profile] thearena 2015-03-12 10:51 pm (UTC)

He might have snapped back, maybe even barked a cruel laugh, if the Psiioniic hadn't said he didn't want to think about it. Voice faltering and all. So he lets it go, doesn't rub in the salt what's being fact that the Capitol knows every damn thing there could be to know, future, past, otherwise, more than any motherfucker's knowing themselves.

But the last part still stings. More than the fuck you what follows.

"I AM NOT M-making b-being ATTATCHMENT of the Signless. KNOW THAT? Yer 'is bes' frien' either way... BUT OPINIONS YOURS is noted."

What's he sorry for. What's he sorry for? Everything. Fucking all of this. But he says, "DIDN'T D-DO THIS so as you or no motherfffucker COULD CLEAN my mm... messes... SHOULD BOTH look after your own... 'SPECIALLY SIN-NNH... neither of you motherfuckers really wants doing this..."

If he'd known this would happen, would he have just slit his own throat? ...No, he wouldn't have. Terezi would've hated him for it, Signless too. And even beyond that, Messiahs demanded a fight to the end. He learned that already.

His head is a fog. He thinks there must be way of getting this working out. How to get the Psiioniic to leave. The knife's just behind, and he thinks, he could hold it to Sam, they wouldn't see it coming and the Psiioniic would go, Sam would never trust him again, and he'd be alone. His hand lifts, then falls back down. He can't. That was less likely happening than his own ends. He shivers.

"W-WILL ONE OF YOU TALK THEN?" Since he can't, not without fucking up.

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