The scent of the redness in his eyes is more than enough to tell Terezi that she's treading on thin ice. His volume increases and she scrambles back a few more steps.
WHERE THE MOTHERFUCK IS HE?! She can't keep the pain and dismay that his question causes off of her face. Where is he, indeed. Avoxed, serving some Capitolite somewhere. Broken down and reshaped into a mindless slave. Her fists clench at her sides, nails biting into her palms. Her fault. That's what he's saying. If she had left him be, he would have been fine. He wouldn't have cared to help anyone. He wouldn't have sacrificed himself.
But he wouldn't have been the Kurloz that she loved, either. He wouldn't have had the chance to be the person that she know he could. And she knows, even as things are now, he was happier for it.
"You will never be his future." Her voice is small and scared, but her teeth are clenched tight and her chin lifts as she narrows his gaze on him. "You are a ghost. A dream. A could-have-been. You can't steer him. You can't touch him. You might as well be nothing for all that you can do to him."
no subject
WHERE THE MOTHERFUCK IS HE?! She can't keep the pain and dismay that his question causes off of her face. Where is he, indeed. Avoxed, serving some Capitolite somewhere. Broken down and reshaped into a mindless slave. Her fists clench at her sides, nails biting into her palms. Her fault. That's what he's saying. If she had left him be, he would have been fine. He wouldn't have cared to help anyone. He wouldn't have sacrificed himself.
But he wouldn't have been the Kurloz that she loved, either. He wouldn't have had the chance to be the person that she know he could. And she knows, even as things are now, he was happier for it.
"You will never be his future." Her voice is small and scared, but her teeth are clenched tight and her chin lifts as she narrows his gaze on him. "You are a ghost. A dream. A could-have-been. You can't steer him. You can't touch him. You might as well be nothing for all that you can do to him."