He looks to Gamzee, thinking what more a shoddy ass blood spill will bring. He's got scissors. That won't work for shit.
He turns back to her just as she says It wasn't a waste. He stares at her, not understanding how she can say that. What part of this was a waste, what part was good for fucking anything? She's going to die in motherfucking agony. He feels foolish, stupid, and sick with frustration and an even more stupid sort of shame. He shouldn't have bothered, he shouldn't have tried. He's not made for this all.
It wasn't a waste.
He shakes his head. He did promise, Terezi. He promised not to cull, not to lay harm when he could come to her instead-- it really was as much an ashen proposition as she said and he hadn't even realised. And she didn't make him promise to be better, not really, but he tried anyway. And now he's here and he's going to kill Terezi's friend. Never even minding the Signless, the arena long ago bored in his mind. He should've just stuck to the plan, stayed a monster like they wanted. It's what he's fucking good at.
"I AIN'T GET YOU. Don't get how all a sister can be on for saying such."
He's not going to give her the scissors. That's out and not happening. So he shuffles closer until he's leaning in-- in a puddle of her blood and broken candle-- and reaching his hands out like all he's going to hold her face, as if he were making to hold her steady for a kiss. Not in this lifetime.
"MAKE DAMN MOTHERFUCKING SURE YOU COME BACK, DISCIPLE, GOT IT?" He growls at her, staring her dead in the eyes as he does. And then, in a quick, easy, painless movement, he snaps her neck.
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He turns back to her just as she says It wasn't a waste. He stares at her, not understanding how she can say that. What part of this was a waste, what part was good for fucking anything? She's going to die in motherfucking agony. He feels foolish, stupid, and sick with frustration and an even more stupid sort of shame. He shouldn't have bothered, he shouldn't have tried. He's not made for this all.
It wasn't a waste.
He shakes his head. He did promise, Terezi. He promised not to cull, not to lay harm when he could come to her instead-- it really was as much an ashen proposition as she said and he hadn't even realised. And she didn't make him promise to be better, not really, but he tried anyway. And now he's here and he's going to kill Terezi's friend. Never even minding the Signless, the arena long ago bored in his mind. He should've just stuck to the plan, stayed a monster like they wanted. It's what he's fucking good at.
"I AIN'T GET YOU. Don't get how all a sister can be on for saying such."
He's not going to give her the scissors. That's out and not happening. So he shuffles closer until he's leaning in-- in a puddle of her blood and broken candle-- and reaching his hands out like all he's going to hold her face, as if he were making to hold her steady for a kiss. Not in this lifetime.
"MAKE DAMN MOTHERFUCKING SURE YOU COME BACK, DISCIPLE, GOT IT?" He growls at her, staring her dead in the eyes as he does. And then, in a quick, easy, painless movement, he snaps her neck.