Who ⚔ Yael & assorted nerds What ⚔ A dungeon run and other things When ⚔ After the party Where ⚔ Errywhere Content Warnings ⚔ Men with their tits out? Alcohol??? No correlation there surprisingly. nsfw i'm sorry mom
[ It's all been said outright to Hector at this point. But it's been subtle enough, passive enough that he elected to ignore it. But to hear it so plainly put clicks into place uncomfortably in the depths of Hector's gut, and he hates it. His eyes reflexively snap to the floor, and his whole body tenses. His knuckles whiten just outside of his vision. He can't breathe.
Every life I save is a fraction of forgiveness for what I did. Words he once wrote rolls around in the voids in his mind, untethered from their context. Maybe he doesn't know what he did anymore, but that he wants to make sure everyone gets out of here alive, no matter what, still stays strong with him. ]
No.
[ His voice comes out a little louder than he intends, but who cares. It only brings him more conviction, forward momentum. He drops his hands and sits up straight in his chair, gaze still fixed dead ahead of him. ]
I saved Owen. I can save Fandaniel.
[ Who cares what other people tell him. He can change Fandaniel's fate, and he's going to show all of them.
He abruptly stands from his chair, and it clatters in the sudden movement. He casts a glance over his shoulder at Yael, but he doesn't let it linger there long enough to actually read his expression. ]
Glad to see you're doing okay. Sorry for the short visit, but I've got things to do.
[This conversation went just as Yael expected it to. He has no reason to be angry, given that, but still... wouldn't it be nice if Hector listened to him for once? Wouldn't it be nice if he pulled his head out of his stubborn old ass?
If wishes were fishes, Yael would never go hungry. He acknowledges Hector's decision with a nod, one he likely didn't see with how briefly he'd turned back to catch his eye.
That's fine. There's only one last thing Yael has to say to the man as he turns to stride toward his next foolish venture.]
Goodbye.
[One never knows when their last chance to say goodbye might be.]
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Every life I save is a fraction of forgiveness for what I did. Words he once wrote rolls around in the voids in his mind, untethered from their context. Maybe he doesn't know what he did anymore, but that he wants to make sure everyone gets out of here alive, no matter what, still stays strong with him. ]
No.
[ His voice comes out a little louder than he intends, but who cares. It only brings him more conviction, forward momentum. He drops his hands and sits up straight in his chair, gaze still fixed dead ahead of him. ]
I saved Owen. I can save Fandaniel.
[ Who cares what other people tell him. He can change Fandaniel's fate, and he's going to show all of them.
He abruptly stands from his chair, and it clatters in the sudden movement. He casts a glance over his shoulder at Yael, but he doesn't let it linger there long enough to actually read his expression. ]
Glad to see you're doing okay. Sorry for the short visit, but I've got things to do.
[ And he turns for the door... ]
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If wishes were fishes, Yael would never go hungry. He acknowledges Hector's decision with a nod, one he likely didn't see with how briefly he'd turned back to catch his eye.
That's fine. There's only one last thing Yael has to say to the man as he turns to stride toward his next foolish venture.]
Goodbye.
[One never knows when their last chance to say goodbye might be.]