thevoidsdarkhorse | Heart Game (Continued)

Heart Game (Continued)

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...Why?

[Be a good friend. Well. Friends don't usually let friends commit suicide but.]

Because I want to die.

But I can't get through the bindings anymore.

[...okay lets access the mindypowers and figure out what the fuck I can from this place.]

[i mean clearly things are inbalanced but.]

You don't want to die, Roxy. You're upset and you feel lonely, but you don't want to die.

[So much imbalance. Those bindings are acting as a counterweight though. And look, the purple with black one is connected right to you.]

[But there is a balancing act here. The void is a double edge sword, after all, being both the beginning and end. There's been plenty of beginning in the rest of the heart, but there's a lot of the end in Rage. In her in particular. There's loss, too much loss and hurt, and she wants it to end, so why not go to the one thing she wants that can't be taken? Not many could take away nothingness like she does.]

I do want to die.

[And at least for this part, it's not a lie.]

I see.

[He walks forward, takes the glass, and looks at it.]

Well... I can't kill you. Because even if you're a part of Roxy, and the part of her that does want to die, the rest of you is held back by the want not to die.

[So he. Hugs her.]

It's pretty spadesy of me, I know. But I won't kill you. Sorry.

[You're gonna be covered in more blood, sorry.]

[She tries to jerk back, trying to get out of his arms.]

Don't-!

[because i totally give a crap, A FRIEND NEEDS ME.]

You're my friend, and kind of my rival. And I like having you around.

Even if you don't like it.

Stop it, don't touch me! [Trying to pull away from him, struggling more, but it seems like she might not have super strength here.] You've made it hard enough!

[...woah I have lucked out. JUST GONNA KEEP RIGHT ON HUGGING HER.]

That's what friends do, though. They make it hard to hurt yourself, even if you want to, because they care about you.

And you'd do it for me, if it came to it. I'm sure of that much.

If you want me to not hurt, you'd let me GO! You'd have just let me go instead of putting these stupid fucking bindings on me!

I had her!

...I understand that you're an important part of Roxy. B-but... you're not a part that should have dominance. No part of you should really be dominant.

So I won't apologize for stopping that. Because while she needs you... she needs all of her.

No! No, I don't! We don't need ANYTHING!

[Where IS that glass shard anyway?]

[In his hand, being pressed more or less flat against her back because he's aware of sharp objects.]

Well... we need you.

No, you don't.

If anyone needed me, I'd make a difference.

Just let me die. [Crying on you now.]

[Petting her with the free hand.]

You've made a difference, even if you don't know it.

I never knew what spades was before I met you.

That's a huge difference.

What good does that good?!

It means I've found a whole different way to like people. A way I didn't know existed before for friendship to work.

A-anyways. The point is... I'm not going to kill you. And I'm not going to let you kill yourself.

Because we're friends, and I care about you.

And what, that's just supposed to fix everything?!

Nah. It doesn't fix anything at all.

But it does give you the strength to get through the bad times.

And that's what those bindings really are. Your strength to keep going despite the bad things that keep coming.

[He's talking like he is familiar with this thought.]

[what the fuck ed.]

I DON'T WANT TO.

I want it to stop. I want it to stop hurting. I just want to be free of it.

I want to stop being afraid!

...You already died.

You died to get here.

Did it help?

Didn't take. Wasn't thorough enough.

And you think you can be more thorough than a being that exists to be super ultimately thorough?

[He shakes his head.]

Roxy. I'm not going to tell you to give up on giving up. But I am going to tell you that all your friends care about you, and don't want you to die. And a lot of you doesn't want to die either.

Who says they are? Destroyers aren't exactly meticulous.

It's all pointless hoping.

...Even if it is pointless, hope's plenty.

[He puts his forehead to hers.]

So. I'm going to go on ahead. Sorry, but I can't kill you.

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