[He doesn't move immediately. Instead, his shoulders sag as he looks at the bottle in his hands, rolling it idly between clawed fingers. ]
Yeah... well. Kinda asked for it. Should've known she'd do it- that psycho goes for the jugular every time.
[He raises his shoulders in what's supposed to be an indifferent shrug, but it's really not. Much as he can try to put up his front of not giving a shit, that one hit too close to home. It was a harsh reminder of what he got himself stuck into. That he'd done this to himself in two completely different lives, with completely different monsters. How badly can a person fuck up their existence to manage that twice? ]
It is what it is. [He takes another swig of the Beezlejuice, welcoming the sharp pang of it, and the promise it holds of future oblivion. Then, finally, he relents and does a little sideways lean nearer to her.] Bitching about it won't make him any less dead- won't make them give any more of a shit that he's gone, neither.
[Your mistakes in mentoring Guardian Fiore is biting somewhere in the back of his mind, too. He knows Teresa did it on purpose- attacking a weak spot, trying to get at him. He hates that it kind of did. He didn't think he fucked up with Lapis that badly. She's still alive, which is a step up from Marlon. But fuck, maybe he's just kidding himself and he messed her up in ways he just can't see. That'd track.
He doesn't voice any of that, of course, not a chance. He just takes another long pull of the bottle. ]
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[He doesn't move immediately. Instead, his shoulders sag as he looks at the bottle in his hands, rolling it idly between clawed fingers. ]
Yeah... well. Kinda asked for it. Should've known she'd do it- that psycho goes for the jugular every time.
[He raises his shoulders in what's supposed to be an indifferent shrug, but it's really not. Much as he can try to put up his front of not giving a shit, that one hit too close to home. It was a harsh reminder of what he got himself stuck into. That he'd done this to himself in two completely different lives, with completely different monsters. How badly can a person fuck up their existence to manage that twice? ]
It is what it is. [He takes another swig of the Beezlejuice, welcoming the sharp pang of it, and the promise it holds of future oblivion. Then, finally, he relents and does a little sideways lean nearer to her.] Bitching about it won't make him any less dead- won't make them give any more of a shit that he's gone, neither.
[Your mistakes in mentoring Guardian Fiore is biting somewhere in the back of his mind, too. He knows Teresa did it on purpose- attacking a weak spot, trying to get at him. He hates that it kind of did. He didn't think he fucked up with Lapis that badly. She's still alive, which is a step up from Marlon. But fuck, maybe he's just kidding himself and he messed her up in ways he just can't see. That'd track.
He doesn't voice any of that, of course, not a chance. He just takes another long pull of the bottle. ]
Eunie got somewhere safe, at least.