I could tell you what it's like to watch someone steel themselves and be strong right up until the end, right before they sink into the dark. Then they're just clawing, gasping for a few more seconds.
I could tell you about what it feels to step on a floor that's been soaked in blood for hours. To be covered in it when it turns cold.
I could even teach you what it sounds like when someone's last words are choked and begging.
Maybe they couldn't changed things, could've moved the world with sheer willpower or faith.
Like fools, they spent hours trying to drill it in our heads that we would amount to something. That we could be more than we are. They wasted all that USELESS, BLIND faith ...
On dead husks. We're empty. We're tired. Done. Finished.
[That's not a question Sunny's ready to answer. He doesn't know, Serif. He doesn't know how to move on, he doesn't know how to create anything. That's why Grit mattered so much. Because all Sunny knows how to do is HURT. And he really wants is for someone else to be as battered and bloody as he is here at rock bottom.]
He wants Serif to act like it's the end of the world. He wants Serif to hurt. To CARE about everything that he's ruined.]
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THEY DIDN'T HAVE TO DIE.
The only reason they did was BECAUSE YOU LET THEM.
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if there was something i could've done about that
i would've
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but by the time i found them there wasn't really anything i could do
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You're telling me, that in a city full of spirits, of healers, witches and WISHES FOR IMPOSSIBLE THINGS ... there was nothing you could do?
DON'T MAKE ME LAUGH. YOU DIDN'T EVEN TRY.
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whatever
[He doesn't really care about defending himself, so he doesn't bother to.
What happened happened. That's just how it is.]
was there anything you could do?
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Even THAT was more than you did.
You just ran and left her to rot.
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now tell me something i don't know
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I could tell you what it's like to watch someone steel themselves and be strong right up until the end, right before they sink into the dark. Then they're just clawing, gasping for a few more seconds.
I could tell you about what it feels to step on a floor that's been soaked in blood for hours. To be covered in it when it turns cold.
I could even teach you what it sounds like when someone's last words are choked and begging.
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man
this has really gotten to you huh?
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It's all been for NOTHING.
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blaming me for what happened making it easier for you?
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Is rotting away in front of his room making things any easier for YOU?
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no
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It's just YOU and ME now.
Of all the people that could have been left to fix this rotten world, it's US.
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yeah
cause that'll happen
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Maybe they couldn't changed things, could've moved the world with sheer willpower or faith.
Like fools, they spent hours trying to drill it in our heads that we would amount to something. That we could be more than we are. They wasted all that USELESS, BLIND faith ...
On dead husks. We're empty. We're tired. Done. Finished.
We've been done with this world for a long time.
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you're starting to sound like that other me
[It'd be annoying, except he doesn't really care. It's just an observation.]
so
what are you gonna do
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He wants Serif to act like it's the end of the world. He wants Serif to hurt. To CARE about everything that he's ruined.]
I'm going to help you, Serif.
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But gee. What an answer this is.]
not interested
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doesn't change my reply
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You got to keep yours.
So I get to keep mine.
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[Whatever.
He can't really bring himself to care.]
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No. He really doesn't.
The timeline hasn't reset, so this is the way they're going to live from now on. This is the way things are.
So they have all the time in the world.]
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