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technicolourdifficulties) wrote2019-08-04 02:10 pm
technicolourdifficulties) wrote2019-08-04 02:10 pm
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15S Private conversation | Trains and Sewing Machines
[In the wake of the trial, it takes RGB some time to gather himself together again. He'd fallen apart back there, and in front of all of those people at that. And for what?
"You mustn't get attached"...
Well, he'd certainly buggered that one up again, hadn't he? Madras had certainly called that one. But then, it's not surprising. He never could stop himself from caring no matter how hard he tried, and she knew that.
Three weeks. Four deaths. All of them horrific in their own ways, each leaving more damage in its wake than the last.
For this reason, once RGB thinks himself in fit shape to appear in front of others again (and give Ris enough time to presumably take care of her business), he accosts Minato the moment he can locate the fool.]
...I need to speak with you. Alone.
[This is about all the warning that the blue-haired boy gets before he is hooked by RGB's cane and not entirely delicately dragged back to the telly-headed monster's assigned room. As soon as the door is shut behind them, RGB rounds on Minato, audibly bringing his heels together and crossing his arms.]
Just what the hell was going through your head back there?
"You mustn't get attached"...
Well, he'd certainly buggered that one up again, hadn't he? Madras had certainly called that one. But then, it's not surprising. He never could stop himself from caring no matter how hard he tried, and she knew that.
Three weeks. Four deaths. All of them horrific in their own ways, each leaving more damage in its wake than the last.
For this reason, once RGB thinks himself in fit shape to appear in front of others again (and give Ris enough time to presumably take care of her business), he accosts Minato the moment he can locate the fool.]
...I need to speak with you. Alone.
[This is about all the warning that the blue-haired boy gets before he is hooked by RGB's cane and not entirely delicately dragged back to the telly-headed monster's assigned room. As soon as the door is shut behind them, RGB rounds on Minato, audibly bringing his heels together and crossing his arms.]
Just what the hell was going through your head back there?
no subject
For all that he hadn't raised a hand to any of them, RGB holds no illusions that there's anyone to blame for the deaths of the previous heroes he'd chosen but himself.
...He can't face Minato anymore. He spins on his heel, stepping away a few paces, hands behind his back as if in thought, though it is in fact to prevent their shaking.]
Do I care if I survive this? Bury the dead where they’re found
In a veil of great disguises; how do I live with your ghost?
[It's perhaps odd to sing a part of a song in the middle of a conversation, but... He holds his back straight, trying to maintain the illusion of calm even as his antennae lie nearly flat against his headboard.]
...Did that about sum up your feelings on the matter?
no subject
[Music has always been his refuge. There's a lot of feelings better described by rhythm and tone than words alone. And "do I care if I survive this?" just hits near dead-center.]
...Yeah, kind of.
cw: self-harm adjacent thoughts
[He can't keep keep the soul-deep exhaustion from bleeding into his voice.
'Should I tear my eyes out now, before I see too much?'
He understands.
'Should I tear my heart out now?'
He understands all too well. It's too late for both of them; they have both been far too damaged for the answer to the lyrics to be 'yes', and not just because RGB physically possess neither organ.]
...I do not wish to add your story to those that I keep.