He needs help. He needs help and I want at to help but I can't so you're gonna have to do it. He should shut his mouth. He shouldn't say a damn thing. He should lay down and let Sam work his miracles, but...
"I'M SORRY." He starts trying to sit up. He shakes with the effort, when all combined with everything done on him. Sam's hand is still on his. "I know it's not enough. I KNOW IT DON'T BRING them back WHAT ALL YOU'VE LOST. Mirth, I'd rEND MYSELF APART if I thought at it could. I'D BLEED MYSELF FUCKING DRY FOR YOU! I'd do it a THOUSAND TIMES..."
Fuck, he's never been able to close his trap of his own will at times like this.
"I owe all to you. NOT EVEN BEING BY YOUR FUTURE. You kept... him safe. YOU and Disciple. AND THE DOLOROSA! You... you inspired the Neophyte Redglare with your doings... AND SO PASSED... was her good to Terezi, what gave it to me... IT ALL COMES BACK! All comes back around... AND SO YOUR PEOPLE! What they did at you. WHAT THEY GOT MEANING. It still matters. THEY still motherFUCKING MATTER." The paint... he painted with blood and it meant something. Maybe not to other indigos, but to him... they kept him safe. And so in his painting he kept them mattering. The exchange for living and dying, before he lost track of it all.
"You ain't got to help me. SIGNLESS WON'T HOLD NOTHING TO YOU. You were his first AND HE was yours. HE AIN'T GOING TO HOLD AT YOU cause you didn't want none to do with me. HE'D WANT YOU HAPPY. If you think I'm being... top of picking order... you're in for a FUCKIN SHOCK."
Slowly, he starts to lay back down, teeth grit as he does to keep no more noise from breaking out. He thinks he might have torn it all a bit. He hopes not, if only because Sam's worked this hard and he doesn't want to feel the threading again.
"Sorry Sam," He mutters at last, before turning his back on the both of them.
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"I'M SORRY." He starts trying to sit up. He shakes with the effort, when all combined with everything done on him. Sam's hand is still on his. "I know it's not enough. I KNOW IT DON'T BRING them back WHAT ALL YOU'VE LOST. Mirth, I'd rEND MYSELF APART if I thought at it could. I'D BLEED MYSELF FUCKING DRY FOR YOU! I'd do it a THOUSAND TIMES..."
Fuck, he's never been able to close his trap of his own will at times like this.
"I owe all to you. NOT EVEN BEING BY YOUR FUTURE. You kept... him safe. YOU and Disciple. AND THE DOLOROSA! You... you inspired the Neophyte Redglare with your doings... AND SO PASSED... was her good to Terezi, what gave it to me... IT ALL COMES BACK! All comes back around... AND SO YOUR PEOPLE! What they did at you. WHAT THEY GOT MEANING. It still matters. THEY still motherFUCKING MATTER." The paint... he painted with blood and it meant something. Maybe not to other indigos, but to him... they kept him safe. And so in his painting he kept them mattering. The exchange for living and dying, before he lost track of it all.
"You ain't got to help me. SIGNLESS WON'T HOLD NOTHING TO YOU. You were his first AND HE was yours. HE AIN'T GOING TO HOLD AT YOU cause you didn't want none to do with me. HE'D WANT YOU HAPPY. If you think I'm being... top of picking order... you're in for a FUCKIN SHOCK."
Slowly, he starts to lay back down, teeth grit as he does to keep no more noise from breaking out. He thinks he might have torn it all a bit. He hopes not, if only because Sam's worked this hard and he doesn't want to feel the threading again.
"Sorry Sam," He mutters at last, before turning his back on the both of them.