[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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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. ]