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[ Doing so, graciously, but that doesn't mean he doesn't feel the crack all the way to his toes ]

... Will that help?

[ Genuinely asking. ]

No. You'd still be just as much of a goddamned idiot.

[ Exhales, but it comes out sounding more like a long sigh ]

I can't change who I am, Wolfwood.

[does that go for me too]

[sighs in frustration and starts to pace quickly]

I'm already regrettin' lettin' you do this. . . fuck.

[ Watching... ]

I told you it's going to be fine. That's still true, y'know.

Like hell it's gonna be fine, you ass. What part of this is fine?

You said it yourself: we come back. It'll only be for a little while, then you can yell at me all you want.

Like I give a shit about that.

[pacepacepace]

You realize however she'd do it- she and whoever else is runnin' this- there's no way they're gonna make it painless.

... I'm not gonna kill myself, if that's where you're going with this.

[stops]

It's a little late to be sayin' that.

[ ... Low, wry, self-deprecating chuckling is probably not the right response here, so sorry Wolfwood ]

[you're damn right it's not the right response]

What's so goddamn funny?

Nothing, really. But it's better than being upset.

Is that what you think? 'Cause that stupid fake smile is a pain to look at.

[ That's two-for-two, now.

He really doesn't feel like arguing about it right at this moment. ]

... Sorry.

[just. back to pacing. this is the shittiest thing to have to wait for ever]

[ Okay, but after a few more minutes pass and the vines start to do their super lovely lashing routine, is that actually any better ]

[NOT REALLY NO]

Spikey-!

[idc if i knew this was coming, immediately going for those vines. not that he's able to pull them off of course, thanks echoes]

Idiot! Stop!

[ He's too busy being impaled to really see that the vines aren't injuring Wolfwood, too, but it's a PRETTY SAFE ASSUMPTION TO MAKE ]

[yeah sorry not really gonna spend time dissuading him from that assumption right now]

Damn it. . . damn!

[but he does stop when it become clear that there's no pulling it off, which. yeah that was kind of a given really]

[ Yes, good, thank you. He'll pretend you stopped because he told you to. Let him have this dying wish.

In the meantime there doesn't seem to be any finishing move, just a whole lot of stabbing and slowly bleeding. UMMM... ]

[there's probably more internal bleeding than external, THIS IS A SHITTY SLOW WAY TO KILL SOMEONE??]

You gotta be shittin' me. . .

[ He spares a thought for the prosthetic, mostly because having to replace it would be a pain in the ass.

But yeah.

The rest of him ain't making a fuss, or even a sound, aside from some less-than-clean breathing. Go do something else, Wolfwood, jfc ]

[there's not exactly anywhere else to go!!]

[and just staring, because. what is he supposed to do, just turn his back while he quietly suffers like an idiot and wait for him to eventually stop breathing. holy hell]

[no. this isn't gonna fly. going to pick up that quill]

[ The movement catches his eye, and he tracks Wolfwood's progress, though it's a sluggish and not entirely focused effort. Actually speaking turns out to be harder still. ]

Wolfwood - ...?

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