at the light, at the light

[inaclearing]

[Well! That happened, and for once, no one seems to be holding any kind of Group Sorrow Activity afterwards! Have fun doing whatever it is y'all wanna do! There's not many people left, and an awful lot of open space; we're probably all perfectly capable of being alone, if that's what we want.]

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[specialyellthing]

[The noise she makes at the suggestion is hawkish, pitched with outrage.]

I oughta. I want to. You just—— [She inhales sharply.]

No. I’m tryin not to. I don’t want to kill somebody like you, just for my own vengeance.

[visiblepattern]

"Somebody like me" - and what am I like? Do you even know?

[It's sharp, but he's not angry at her; not really. It's the one moment of bite he has before he just kind of folds forward into crying again.]

We had just gotten married, I couldn't... I had to just leave her there, no one's even let me bury her... This is the fourth time I couldn't save her, can I just have one night without someone else deciding how I should feel or what I should do or where I should be...

[specialyellthing]

What is with you kids and thinkin I’m always about to say somethin’ fuckin messed up and gettin mad about it?

[Her arms fly up in the air.]

When have I, in this entire damn hellscape, tried to tell any of ya how to live? Young. Someone like you—- young. An before you start in on me about it, I know. War. Growin up fast. Blood on your fuckin hands.

If I kill you for what you did, I’m even less justified.