trailofblood | (no subject)

Games like this aren't about winnin'. It's about survivin'. You're just afraid to make a choice, so you'd rather roll over and do nothin'.

Liter an' I have already died once thanks to this bitch. I don't plan on lettin' that happen again.

. . .

So what's your plan, exactly?

We make an offer. We survive.

An' if that fails, I'll take responsibility.

"I'll take responsibility," my ass.

The whole point of this argument is that you don't want to die, right? So, what? Gonna kill me?

Let me put it this way. The last time, I died tryin' to save Liter. If I've gotta do it again, then this time it better be fuckin' worth somethin'.

In other words, you're telling me to watch you die.

If our offer's accepted, it won't come to that.

[and you're gonna be seeing a lot of dead people anyway, so. but hey he's not saying that, you should be proud]

Sounds plenty reasonable.

[ OH WAIT NO IT FUCKING DOESN'T????

Returning that punch from earlier, jackass ]

[why am i friends with you again]

[but yeah okay he's taking that without a word. do you feel better now]

[ No. ]

I've considered your proposal and decided it's bullshit.

[give him a second to recover]

-Can't say yours is better.

[ Take yo time ]

Just- just gimme a minute to think, alright?

[ PACING. Extremely agitated pacing. ]

[watching him]

It's no use, spikey. No matter what we do, people are gonna die.

But if it makes it any easier on ya, no one's gonna lose their lives. It's not much of a bright side, but as you know death ain't permanent here.

They're still going to suffer.

[ He paces for a while longer, then comes to an abrupt halt, jaw tight. Something seems to drain out of him, leaving only the weariness behind. ]

... We'll offer a sacrifice. If we fail, the Echo'll kill me herself.

That's the only compromise I'm willing to make. If you want to argue about it, then we both die.

[He grits his teeth, but his answer is otherwise immediate]

If that's your final answer, it's all or nothin'. We both live, or we both die.

[ With an edge like a serrated knife, ]

Then we'd better think up a really good sacrifice.

[right, the sacrifice.]

[. . .]

I didn't think this far ahead.

Of course you didn't...

It has to be something precious enough to pass her little judging contest.

Yeah.

[ugh]

There's only so much I've got to offer.

If it's stuff, that's not gonna cut it. All I've got is my gun.

Same here. [nevermind it's a huge gun-slash-rocket-launcher]

[hesitantly]

Knowin' she's a sadistic shit, there's stuff like harmin' ourselves, givin' up memories. . . bet she could take shit like emotions, too. Could offer a favor, but who knows what she'd call it in for.

[something awful, that's what]

Emotions, huh?

[ Wolfwood can probably hear the gears turning in his head ]

... Could probably give her 'happiness', or somethin' like that.

[punches in the head]

[it's not hard this time but still]

Like you're gonna be happy after this is over anyway.