boothill grits his teeth and flexes his fingers. the scraped iron of his knuckles makes it hard to close his fists. he's so angry, but he can't yell at this normal ass guy. ]
Frumpkin was out there, so I knew he was too. Everyone else was passed the fork out in their lounges. I felt like I was losing my forkin' mind. I had to get it out on somebody before I forkin' burned out or combusted or whatever the fudge.
Yeah, I was so forkin' angry my circuits were fried, but that don't mean I was...
[ it just feels so incredibly insulting, calling him scared. it makes him want to rip his hair out. but also, some part of him knows it's true, even in a small sense. that thought slips through the anger, carves into it like a sharpened knife through a sheet of paper.
boothill lowers his head. yes, he was scared—of losing himself completely again. of doing something so against his code. of killing a friend with his bare hands. essek died a disgraceful death. ]
No... Fork me. Fork it all. [ he lowers his voice. his shoulders slack. ] Yeah. You know what? I was.
[ If there's anything that Rin knows, it's being scared. He's just a normal kid after all, thrown into a murdergame... He's terrified and useless most of the time, but at least it means that he can approach fear without any judgment. ]
... It doesn't change anything, but I'm sorry that you were. You shouldn't have to be alone when you're afraid.
I don't think anyone will give you grief over it so... don't grief yourself too much either.
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boothill grits his teeth and flexes his fingers. the scraped iron of his knuckles makes it hard to close his fists. he's so angry, but he can't yell at this normal ass guy. ]
Frumpkin was out there, so I knew he was too. Everyone else was passed the fork out in their lounges. I felt like I was losing my forkin' mind. I had to get it out on somebody before I forkin' burned out or combusted or whatever the fudge.
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You were scared?
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The fork are you sayin', scared?
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Yeah. You said you felt like you might combust, so... Were you scared about what was happening to you?
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[ it just feels so incredibly insulting, calling him scared. it makes him want to rip his hair out. but also, some part of him knows it's true, even in a small sense. that thought slips through the anger, carves into it like a sharpened knife through a sheet of paper.
boothill lowers his head. yes, he was scared—of losing himself completely again. of doing something so against his code. of killing a friend with his bare hands. essek died a disgraceful death. ]
No... Fork me. Fork it all. [ he lowers his voice. his shoulders slack. ] Yeah. You know what? I was.
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... It doesn't change anything, but I'm sorry that you were. You shouldn't have to be alone when you're afraid.
I don't think anyone will give you grief over it so... don't grief yourself too much either.