pc ♠ marcoh

[fried]

:fruglift:

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[boxcar]

I may not have been the best role model in that case.

[fried]

I think you are.

You care for people. That is a step in the right direction, and besides, there is never going to be a perfect role model to begin with.

[boxcar]

I do, but that is normal, I thought.

I mean that I do rely on physical strength more than anything else. It is all I know well.

[fried]

It wasn't normal for Brimstone, is more my point.

You rely on your strength, but you find caring for people to be normal. That's important for someone like Brimstone to have seen.

[boxcar]

...I see.

[ He doesn't feel like he really did anything but... it's nice to hear. even if it might be a tad hollow. ]

[fried]

In any case, at least he didn't feel as though he needed to take himself out if you were onto him.

[ makes a joke at his own expense ]

[boxcar]

He thought it was embarrassing if you knew how much he liked you?

[fried]

I believe so.

I would have never made light of it, but I understand. It's hard to let the brick wall come away.

[boxcar]

...

I'm sorry it came to this.

[fried]

I am too.

But I am very used to it.

[boxcar]

Used to it doesn't make it any less, much, I'm told.

[fried]

I think that's not untrue.

[ he says, finally. ]

In my case, I don't have anything left to feel about it.

[boxcar]

Tired out?

[fried]

Numb, I suppose.

[boxcar]

That's not good.

[fried]

I've been told that by quite a few people here. It must be true.

[boxcar]

...

There is something I've done, that haunts me still. The day I feel nothing about it anymore is I think the day I've fallen off the redeemable path.

I think you have feeling. Just... tired. The body goes into shock after too much trauma. It might be the same for feelings too.

[fried]

That's a charitable way to look at it.

[ he says, idly, glancing in marcoh's direction. ]

... I don't think you're necessarily wrong. It's been this way since I retired from the battlefield. [ a beat. ] Have you really done something so terrible, Marcoh?

[boxcar]

[ There's a long silence. And when he talks again, it's quiet, like he's afraid to really let it be heard in a sound above a confession. ]

I killed a man who didn't deserve to die.

[fried]

[ he keeps making his tea, as he waits patiently. and then: ]

Oh? There must be more to it than that.

[boxcar]

... I don't know that there is.

If "reason" justified the sins, then there wouldn't be any to begin with.

[fried]

I suppose.

... But I am not a divine being, and to me, the reason makes the difference. Jing Yuan did not deserve to die, and I killed him - is that not the same thing?

[boxcar]

He killed someone, didn't he? And this was their version of the punishment, even if we don't believe in it.

[ Sorry Jiaoqiu, but thems is the breaks. Even if Marcoh doesn't sound convinced even as he says it. ]

... Venere was being threatened.

[fried]

Not of his own volition.

[ he's firm on that, but: ]

... I think that's adequate reason enough, Marcoh. Your sister was in danger, and you protected her. A loss of life is unfortunate, but not unprovoked.

[ jiaoqiu said play stupid games win stupid prizes ]

[boxcar]

But I still killed him.

[ It's rare but there's emotion in this. What kind is unclear. It's deep upset, grief and anger. The black marks across his body get worse, splitting into teeth and eyes like ravenous tumours, accompanied with a sound like snapping bones. ]