[ ghh. rondo looks down, leaning against the wall, staring at the sword in his hands.
softly: ]
... me either. I thought... for sure, someone would have done for her what we did with Miss Camille. [ without the revival part. especially after last week, when it became obvious that ashlyn had killed nina. it was an awful decision to make, but one was made. you can say a lot about rondo, but you can't say that he lacks follow through. ]
She deserved so much better than that. I think... I know it's hard, in the moment, to make the decision. But ... all they ever did when they hesitate was make people suffer.
When we saw her Friday I thought they'd do with her what they did with Kate, at least. But no, she fell through the fucking cracks.
[she knows it's not exactly fair to be this angry, because the living have had a lot to deal with, because they've had to make really hard decisions, but karlach has been there. she remembers the absolute despair of knowing that she was going to have to do it again.]
She's a kid. She doesn't always act like one, but she's only fifteen, and sometimes you've got to fucking step up.
[she just thinks - she would've. but she's always been a person of action, not planning.]
[ ... a lot of their most decisive people are here, aren't they? the attackers, the ones who are willing to do just that. step up.
alfyn's a healer. gale lacks his magic. and... hawke, who knows. he's quiet for a longer moment of that, too, staring down at the sword. it makes his blood boil, too - it's so frustrating. it was how he felt watching karlach be put to sleep on saturday of their week. it's how he felt when kate kept living. and this week - this week was even worse, because everyone knew. with kate, it at least wasn't obvious to the living, but this time...
he takes a deep breath. in, out. ]
Someone should have. [ poor ashlyn - she was miserable, on wednesday. ] It's just - it was just cruel.
[honestly she's just going to go back to punching the shit out of the punching bag.]
Yeah, fucking tell me about it. [this isn't what she wanted - she's been so loud about it from the start, not wanting the kids to have to do this. and here they are, six weeks in, and a twelve year old and a fifteen year old have killed three, four people, and had to be put down for it.]
Nothing we can do about it now. Just have to wait. Like always.
[ ashlyn in particular is an interesting case. there are many fifteen year olds that fight in orsterra, but he's seen the weight of the responsibility that she holds on her shoulders. they just talked about it on wednesday - how she just wanted to have fun. i didn't write any letters because i didn't think i'd survive the week, she'd said. and here we are. she would've thought she could handle it, but she shouldn't have ever had to. that was the whole problem in the first place.
it feels bad. he watches karlach, setting the tip of the broadsword down and white knuckling the hilt, just for something to do with all those awful, swirly bad feelings of his own. he feels fidgety. maybe she has the right idea. ]
...Like always. [ rondo echoes, after a moment, quietly. the way the cards have fallen, in the cruelest way possible, and there's nothing about it to be done.
for now he stays quiet, hands folded in his lap, just letting those feelings percolate for a little while - letting karlach smack the bag as much as she wants without much interruption. ]
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softly: ]
... me either. I thought... for sure, someone would have done for her what we did with Miss Camille. [ without the revival part. especially after last week, when it became obvious that ashlyn had killed nina. it was an awful decision to make, but one was made. you can say a lot about rondo, but you can't say that he lacks follow through. ]
She deserved so much better than that. I think... I know it's hard, in the moment, to make the decision. But ... all they ever did when they hesitate was make people suffer.
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[she knows it's not exactly fair to be this angry, because the living have had a lot to deal with, because they've had to make really hard decisions, but karlach has been there. she remembers the absolute despair of knowing that she was going to have to do it again.]
She's a kid. She doesn't always act like one, but she's only fifteen, and sometimes you've got to fucking step up.
[she just thinks - she would've. but she's always been a person of action, not planning.]
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alfyn's a healer. gale lacks his magic. and... hawke, who knows. he's quiet for a longer moment of that, too, staring down at the sword. it makes his blood boil, too - it's so frustrating. it was how he felt watching karlach be put to sleep on saturday of their week. it's how he felt when kate kept living. and this week - this week was even worse, because everyone knew. with kate, it at least wasn't obvious to the living, but this time...
he takes a deep breath. in, out. ]
Someone should have. [ poor ashlyn - she was miserable, on wednesday. ] It's just - it was just cruel.
...So many of them are kids, still.
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Yeah, fucking tell me about it. [this isn't what she wanted - she's been so loud about it from the start, not wanting the kids to have to do this. and here they are, six weeks in, and a twelve year old and a fifteen year old have killed three, four people, and had to be put down for it.]
Nothing we can do about it now. Just have to wait. Like always.
[viciously beats the bag.]
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it feels bad. he watches karlach, setting the tip of the broadsword down and white knuckling the hilt, just for something to do with all those awful, swirly bad feelings of his own. he feels fidgety. maybe she has the right idea. ]
...Like always. [ rondo echoes, after a moment, quietly. the way the cards have fallen, in the cruelest way possible, and there's nothing about it to be done.
for now he stays quiet, hands folded in his lap, just letting those feelings percolate for a little while - letting karlach smack the bag as much as she wants without much interruption. ]