thevoidsdarkhorse | Heart Game (Continued)

Heart Game (Continued)

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[I have missed Roxy hugs.

Holding her tight.]

Heh. We're quite a mess of a duo, aren't we?

[If only you could get more. '^']

Yeah. We are.

[IF ONLY miracles could happen right

He'll hold that for a long while before leaning his weight back, a hand steadily on her shoulder.]

Be patient with yourself, too, alright?

It's never an easy thing to accept, seeing someone make choices that you wish you could change. You're working hard with plenty of people. But...

[Drifting off for a moment, before pulling out the martini glass and handing it to her.]

...Sometimes, it's better to let those around you realize things for themselves. Be there for them, and never give up on them. But let them find their own strength.

[IF ONLY.]

[She stares at the martini glass, and slowly taking it.]

...is that what you think this was?

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From my perspective, at least. I was always worried for you.

But regardless of my involvement, intentional or otherwise, you still chose to change on your own. Not because anyone told you to do it, or pushed you until you gave in. That's important. It means something to you that way.

So... it's only fair to think the same of others, too. Even if it's hard to have to watch and wait.

...

[She holds out the glass.] You might want to keep this then.

It has a meaning for you, but to me....it's how I should listen to when people are showing concern for me. Even if I changed on my own, I wouldn't have managed if I hadn't finally listened.

I dun want to mix your messages.

...If you're sure, then... alright.

[Making a sylladex switch. NUMBERS EVERYWHERE much strider very dave. He pulls out the pen instead.]

I'd still like to make my mark here, if I could. Would feel guilty if I didn't at least try.

It would be a shame to get this far and then ya contradicted yourself 'cause heart symbolism.

All right.

Yeeeah, that'd be a little counterproductive. Thanks for saying something.

[A gesture to her journal.]

May I?

Yeah, thought so.

[Slides it over to him.]

[Writing most of what he said before down, though condensed.

Be patient with yourself.

Keep being there for others, even if it's difficult. Let them come to conclusions themselves. Don't take on that burden alone. Voice what you need to the people you care about.]

I'll try to remember.

Dun be afraid to take your own advice though, okay?

You're asking a coward to not be afraid, you know.

[An empty laugh, before his smile grows a little more honest.]

...But yeah. I'll try, too.

Everyone gets afraid, you know.

[She smiles fondly.] That's all I ask.

[Now you stand in front of a tall building.]

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 tiamt-with-black, a vibrant red, three different blues, and green. She holds out the shard of glass.]

Kill me.

[It's that same rush of discomfort, of familiarity so nauseating that he visibly fights the urge to buckle over. But to right himself, seeing her injured, empty, and asking for death--

Anger stiffens his motions as he strides up to her, grabs the shard... and drops it as he backhands her hard across the face.]

[Her body jerks, her torso moving to the side, face away, though she stays on her feet.]

...

[He holds his ground in front of her, fists clenched tight, seething but thinly restraining his temper behind careful, icy words as he speaks.]

If you die, you won't be able to feel me hit you anymore.

Don't ask such stupid things.

....

[She straightens up.]

Not really stupid. Everyone's got a breakin' point.

And what the hell do you think dying will change about that?? Just give you some sort of permanent escape? Let you forget??

How is that not stupid??

[She gestures to the bodies.]

Only the natural desire when you remembered seeing everyone you lived for die.

You think I don't know that?

If that's your desire, then does anything else in here really matter to you? The people you love and care about, the people who've you've lost... Hydra, Zelos, Jake, Jane, Dirk, your mother -- you're talking about throwing them all away, throwing away what has happened to you, and to them, for the sake of your own goddamn despair!

What the hell do you think that will leave behind???

Leave behind?

Leave behind for who?

Us! Your teammates, your friends, all the people who are here now!

Considering the pattern, just seems a matter of time before I'm left alone again.

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