His eyes close and his hands wrap again around his glass. He laughs once, soft, and the smile lingers.
"HE WAS ONE OF THEM MOTHERFUCKERS YOU KNOW. Strength in survival. NEED TO FIGHT TO SURVIVE..."
Endurance, without fight. Like Mituna. Strength without cull, like Terezi.
"Think I understand," He says, quiet. He thinks too that Capitol is being underestimated but he can't tell if it's him thinking that or if it's because of his avoxing. That, in itself, makes him weak, doesn't it? He can't do this no more, where as he takes strife as means through. His old self is shattered. He followed Capitol will like it ain't weren't a thing. He'd been told to kneel and he had dropped there on the spot to do so. It made no difference that it was a seadweller saying it or if it had been a capitolite.
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"HE WAS ONE OF THEM MOTHERFUCKERS YOU KNOW. Strength in survival. NEED TO FIGHT TO SURVIVE..."
Endurance, without fight. Like Mituna. Strength without cull, like Terezi.
"Think I understand," He says, quiet. He thinks too that Capitol is being underestimated but he can't tell if it's him thinking that or if it's because of his avoxing. That, in itself, makes him weak, doesn't it? He can't do this no more, where as he takes strife as means through. His old self is shattered. He followed Capitol will like it ain't weren't a thing. He'd been told to kneel and he had dropped there on the spot to do so. It made no difference that it was a seadweller saying it or if it had been a capitolite.
"THAT WHAT AS YOU DO THEN?"