thevoidsdarkhorse | Heart Game (Continued)

Heart Game (Continued)

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[She scoffs.]

Make it sound easy.

I'm not saying it is.

In fact, it'd probably be easier to let somebody else make the decision.

But it's yours to make.

No, that whole it's only my opinion that matters.

Never mind my decision affects AN ENTIRE RACE.

It's still your power, Roxy.

And I don't exist in a vacuum!

Maybe not, but that doesn't make you a cog in a machine, either.

It's not a machine, it's a whole SPECIES.

I know that!

That still doesn't mean they can just use your power regardless of your feelings.

It's still doing what they want!

Then don't pay attention to what they want.

What do you want to do?

To burn it all down.

[...the problem is he doesn't really mind the fire plan because he is a pyro moron

except the whole not wanting to kill any Carapacians around thing is important

...]

...Tell you what. If we can go around and make sure the Carapacians can evacuate first, then we can set things on fire.

[Snorts.] Like we'd get far with dog girl.

I can distract her. Part of Light's importance, right? I'll just make myself an important bright light that she'll focus on instead of you.

[sunderp that is an awful plan]

I'm just not burning down the place while there are innocents who could be hurt. And I know they're important to you too.

....

[That's not actually a bad plan.]

[...The writer would ask why you're encouraging him but has gotten to a point where all that can be done is to facepalm at him. Over here. On this side of the fourth wall. /)-(\]

So? What do you think?

[BECAUSE IT'S HOMESTUCK AND BULLSHIT IS SOMETIMES THE BEST PLAN HAVE YOU SEEN WHAT THEY'RE EVEN DOING NOW.]

....it...might work. If ya could control it that well.

[retconning the universe is cool! I just facepalm at his fire obsession.]

It worked on the robots, before. So it's worth a shot, right?

[Oh the fire.]

I....I guess it is.

So it's settled then. You go look around, get anybody around out of here, and I'll distract dog girl. Then we'll blow the place up.

[And he might be prepping a laser beam to blast at the prison wall now.]

[So you are, but you're in Rage and WHIPLASH IS STILL A THING.]

[And you're back outside again and there's a crowd of Carapacians around, and a tall building in front of you.]

[Your phone pings again.]

TG: thats the lab
TG: need to get on the roof
TG: theres a ladder down
TG: n also
TG: be a good friend

[And then it disconnected.]

[Which might be a bit vague except you can now also see a figure standing in between you and the building.]

[It’s Roxy. Standing there in a t-shirt, skirt, and leggings, her mother’s scarf wrapped around her. In her hand is a piece of glass covered in blood, her own clothes stained the same. Around her are bodies. The bodies of her friends and Rose.]

[She looks over her shoulder at you, and she’s smiling, but her eyes are empty. She turns to you, and perhaps you’ll realize the blood is HERS. She’s covered in jagged injuries, but nowhere vital. Those spots are covered in bands of tiamat-with-black, blue-with-orange, a vibrant red, three different blues, and green. She holds out the shard of glass.]

Kill me.

[but he was looking forward to this stupid plan of his .-.

anyway just give him a moment to get his bearings - he has enough sense to cancel the laser before it hurts anything here at least

...and then this Roxy's words actually register and]

...What did you just say?

[goddammit Roxy, Zelos' death wish was bad enough, not you too!]

[Sorry bro, you fulfilled the requirement. At least you made a change?]

Kill me. Please?

[Just keeps smiling and sorry bro, sometimes your teammates want to die.]

...You have a death wish. Just like Zelos.

Goddammit, Roxy, there is no way in hell I'm killing you! And I should really punch you in the face right now!

[but he won't because he doesn't hit girls]

We were always too similar. I suppose it was only a matter of time.

Why not?

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