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thecapitol2013-05-10 07:52 am
the_marshal) wrote in thecapitol2013-05-10 07:52 am
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I've wept for those who suffer long...
WHO| Wyatt and OTA
WHAT| Somebody needs a time-out.
WHERE| The Speakeasy
WHEN| A while after cleaning Aunamee's clock.
WARNINGS/NOTES| On top of the arena guilt he'd already been dragging around, he's now found out one of his friends is dead-dead, and tried to for realz kill man with his bare hands. Just... keep that in mind.
He'd tried to kill a man. Had wanted to.
He hadn't been aware of it at the time, the decision too quick, too hazy in the fog of red, but now, in the clarity of the aftermath, as the bitter anger burned away and left him once again to his own thoughts, that was the truth of it.
Had the peacekeepers not been there... he would have beat that man to death. Easily.
Far too easily.
But then... what was one more charge on his ever growing list of sins?
He sat with his back to the room, his left hand wrapped around a half-empty tumblr, the other hand covered in a blood-spotted napkin. He wasn't sure he even recognized the face anymore, that tired, worn thing, that stared back at him from the mirror across the bartop.
WHAT| Somebody needs a time-out.
WHERE| The Speakeasy
WHEN| A while after cleaning Aunamee's clock.
WARNINGS/NOTES| On top of the arena guilt he'd already been dragging around, he's now found out one of his friends is dead-dead, and tried to for realz kill man with his bare hands. Just... keep that in mind.
He'd tried to kill a man. Had wanted to.
He hadn't been aware of it at the time, the decision too quick, too hazy in the fog of red, but now, in the clarity of the aftermath, as the bitter anger burned away and left him once again to his own thoughts, that was the truth of it.
Had the peacekeepers not been there... he would have beat that man to death. Easily.
Far too easily.
But then... what was one more charge on his ever growing list of sins?
He sat with his back to the room, his left hand wrapped around a half-empty tumblr, the other hand covered in a blood-spotted napkin. He wasn't sure he even recognized the face anymore, that tired, worn thing, that stared back at him from the mirror across the bartop.
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Chasing the thought away, he shook the man's hand and nodded.
"Ya know, for all that I've seen ya about," he said. "It's a right shame this is the first we've really spoken. I apologize for that."