she's seen people transform - nobody close to her has, which she supposes she can count her blessings for, but she's watched strangers turn to mind flayers. she's watched them get stripped of whatever made them human. and she's empathetic enough to think about what that means, that the person just lost everything. their family, their home, their soul, the things that make life worth living. husks.
she'd never experienced it with someone she cared about dearly until now. she's thinking about what the monster has taken from him. she's thinking about the boothill that she has come to know, and how they promised they'd take care of people here. how he looked at her, brokenhearted, when he'd realized...]
He's... [her voice is husky and wet.] He's in there. Fighting it. I talked to him.
[she holds the little figurine in her hand tightly. finality. it doesn't matter if he is. he'd said it to her - he'd rather die than hurt someone who didn't deserve it again.]
[ that phrase makes rondo's heart swoop - he thinks about his conversation with boothill last night, and he swallows, nodding a little against her shoulder. it's...
(selfishly, it's a little comforting, in a sense. to know that boothill didn't want to do that. to know that he didn't choose to do it. to know that he has something to fight off, instead of just being the way that way all along.)
he looks down, finally, over at the little figurine. ]
...Me too. [ about wanting more time. ] There was so much I thought I could learn from him.
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she's seen people transform - nobody close to her has, which she supposes she can count her blessings for, but she's watched strangers turn to mind flayers. she's watched them get stripped of whatever made them human. and she's empathetic enough to think about what that means, that the person just lost everything. their family, their home, their soul, the things that make life worth living. husks.
she'd never experienced it with someone she cared about dearly until now. she's thinking about what the monster has taken from him. she's thinking about the boothill that she has come to know, and how they promised they'd take care of people here. how he looked at her, brokenhearted, when he'd realized...]
He's... [her voice is husky and wet.] He's in there. Fighting it. I talked to him.
[she holds the little figurine in her hand tightly. finality. it doesn't matter if he is. he'd said it to her - he'd rather die than hurt someone who didn't deserve it again.]
I just... wanted more time.
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(selfishly, it's a little comforting, in a sense. to know that boothill didn't want to do that. to know that he didn't choose to do it. to know that he has something to fight off, instead of just being the way that way all along.)
he looks down, finally, over at the little figurine. ]
...Me too. [ about wanting more time. ] There was so much I thought I could learn from him.
[ there was so much to emulate. so much good. ]
... Did he make that?
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Yeah. He gave it to me Thursday. He was fucking embarrassed, the sap.
[the figurine looks like her, by the way, i'm too lazy to parent up to see if i said that already. it's a very good rendition of karlach.]