[ And then they're vored by the bubble. Garou doesn't seem too bothered by it, in fact, he gives Nogiku a little grin. ] Get ready to see something incredible. [ Before he colours the bubble scarlet.
The first thing that strikes you about the scene is that it's familiar: surrounded by enemies on all sides, alone. That's how it's always been, and that's how you've always seen the world. It's exhilarating—or maybe you're just delirious from fatigue and fever—and it makes you feel like it's been worth it. You're a threat.
Maybe that's where you get your determination from, even when it feels like your body's going to break.
Nogiku is so shocked by thinking, actually, Garou seemed to have a point there? That she stumbles back, her hand touching the surface of the bubble and adding yet another spark of scarlet to it.
Something lurches in Garou's stomach, nauseating and terrifying. An itch to escape his own body. It's foreign— he can't remember the last time he felt fear. Even when he'd thought he would die, he only ever felt rage and anger.
But the disgust is something he's familiar with. ]
... [ He takes a minute, before, ] Did you kill him?
She stands there, frozen, with her hands pressed to her face. Though he won't be able to see her expression, he might notice the way her shoulders, hunched over, have begun to tremble... Maybe it's fear? Disgust...?]
My father deserved to die.
[Her voice trembles, but not with any of the above. It's furious. She's all pure rage. And when she lowers her hands from her face, her expression is pretty monstrous.]
[ Maybe he can see now why she's in Scarlet with him.
Though for the first time, it feels like his rage is petty. It feels naïve and small. ]
I've never killed anyone. [ Though he doesn't bristle at the assumption, looking at her for a moment before glancing away. ] But yeah, that fucking asshole deserved to die.
[ He doesn't offer any condolences or comfort, it's not his nature, and he feels like she might balk at the gesture anyway. ]
He's right, though. With how much of a bad mood recalling that moment put her in, she would snap at him if he tried to offer any condolences.]
...
[A small huff.]
So you beat them within an inch of their life for fun...? Though, no, I guess any man who doesn't pause to consider if a child will actually be caught in the crossfire has it coming...
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... I guess? They seem well taken care of.
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Garou looks up at the sky. ]
I dunno. I've stopped questioning the weird shit that isn't contributing to murder or personal space.
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[Maybe on Saturday, one of this ducks will be holding a gun! It's important evidence.
But as she asks this, a bubble sneaks up on them to trap them inside.]
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[ And then they're vored by the bubble. Garou doesn't seem too bothered by it, in fact, he gives Nogiku a little grin. ] Get ready to see something incredible. [ Before he colours the bubble scarlet.
Maybe that's where you get your determination from, even when it feels like your body's going to break.
Because finally, they're going to know how it feels to lose. ]
cw: abuse, implied incest
Nogiku is so shocked by thinking, actually, Garou seemed to have a point there? That she stumbles back, her hand touching the surface of the bubble and adding yet another spark of scarlet to it.
And then, well...]
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—Shit.
Something lurches in Garou's stomach, nauseating and terrifying. An itch to escape his own body. It's foreign— he can't remember the last time he felt fear. Even when he'd thought he would die, he only ever felt rage and anger.
But the disgust is something he's familiar with. ]
... [ He takes a minute, before, ] Did you kill him?
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She stands there, frozen, with her hands pressed to her face. Though he won't be able to see her expression, he might notice the way her shoulders, hunched over, have begun to tremble... Maybe it's fear? Disgust...?]
My father deserved to die.
[Her voice trembles, but not with any of the above. It's furious. She's all pure rage. And when she lowers her hands from her face, her expression is pretty monstrous.]
You killed those men, too, didn't you?
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Though for the first time, it feels like his rage is petty. It feels naïve and small. ]
I've never killed anyone. [ Though he doesn't bristle at the assumption, looking at her for a moment before glancing away. ] But yeah, that fucking asshole deserved to die.
[ He doesn't offer any condolences or comfort, it's not his nature, and he feels like she might balk at the gesture anyway. ]
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He's right, though. With how much of a bad mood recalling that moment put her in, she would snap at him if he tried to offer any condolences.]
...
[A small huff.]
So you beat them within an inch of their life for fun...? Though, no, I guess any man who doesn't pause to consider if a child will actually be caught in the crossfire has it coming...
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[ He's not pretending to be merciful, and he just shrugs as he glances at her. ]
You can think what you want about it.
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This is some chuuni shit. She looks a little unimpressed when he calls himself a monster, actually.]
I've seen monsters in the flesh. You're not even close.
[That guy kind of had it coming, though.]
Well, whatever. What you decide to do in your own world... isn't my problem, anyway.
[And with that, she starts to leave. One day they will have a thread that goes on for longer than 10 comments, Spoon....................]
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but he's not allowed to be mean to her after that memory so just... lets her go...
one day............ ]