[ It's a quiet counter, looking at her expectantly for what he does not know, but just as suddenly he's turning away again, shifting in his seat. Almost, almost ashamed but he can't place it, like he's been lying, like he doesn't know what to tell her, it's hard to put into one single thing. ]
You asked me to kill you, because you thought I was good enough, unfeeling enough for it, and you're not wrong. I am that selfish. Your decision was the right one. [ he licks his lips, cracked and dry on ugly harsh things that are far, far too true. ] But then you ask me, how I think, how I feel, you tell me I am not cruel despite what I did to you, would do again if that's what it meant to save my home... You ask me of myself, and no one... [ and he's too much conditioning in him to show how much that confused and scared him. His hands listless in his lap, eyes down. Confused and lost as a child. ] ... I do not know if you want me to be your killer or your friend?
they're a tragic mess goddamn
[ It's a quiet counter, looking at her expectantly for what he does not know, but just as suddenly he's turning away again, shifting in his seat. Almost, almost ashamed but he can't place it, like he's been lying, like he doesn't know what to tell her, it's hard to put into one single thing. ]
You asked me to kill you, because you thought I was good enough, unfeeling enough for it, and you're not wrong. I am that selfish. Your decision was the right one. [ he licks his lips, cracked and dry on ugly harsh things that are far, far too true. ] But then you ask me, how I think, how I feel, you tell me I am not cruel despite what I did to you, would do again if that's what it meant to save my home... You ask me of myself, and no one... [ and he's too much conditioning in him to show how much that confused and scared him. His hands listless in his lap, eyes down. Confused and lost as a child. ] ... I do not know if you want me to be your killer or your friend?