[She knows what he means. She showed up here with similar marks on herself. Now he's added nearly another Caleb-murder to his scoreboard. He's just pressing the palms of his hands against his eyes for a second, until he sees white.]
I'm just-- If it's going to keep happening, then it's not as if I can pretend I'm bloodless in all of this. There's something fucked in me, and it hates you for some reason.
[There is going to be a point, sometime, when chasing him is too much to ask anymore.]
[deep breath. try to not answer angrily, she tells herself.]
This place has done nothing but try to drag out the worst parts of all of us and put them on display, and you think that's your fault? Like you're responsible for something some other bastard did.
[Well maybe getting them to be angry at him is sort the point here. He wants a little anger about it instead of just instant forgiveness for constantly attempting to murder them.]
[He is grappled, so he isn't exactly going anywhere. Not that he really wants to anyway. He just sits there, sort of sulky silence. He knows that they're right, but it's turned into a stubborn-off that he knows he'll probably lose.
He also doesn't really want to fight more when it could turn out so badly leaving it that way.]
[after a second, beau just reaches across to hold onto caleb's sleeve, as well.
she also doesn't want to fight - she doesn't want to make it a trend, to say something stupid and then wake up with one of them gone. just in case. it's easier to just stay silent, or change the subject.
she opens her mouth - and then closes it. she can't take the risk.]
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It is me, though. It's-- what I do.
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Of course what happened is similar to something that happened before. That's what this place does.
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I'm just-- If it's going to keep happening, then it's not as if I can pretend I'm bloodless in all of this. There's something fucked in me, and it hates you for some reason.
[There is going to be a point, sometime, when chasing him is too much to ask anymore.]
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This place has done nothing but try to drag out the worst parts of all of us and put them on display, and you think that's your fault? Like you're responsible for something some other bastard did.
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Yes, well, join the club. You know that I also have blood on my hands. Aren't we all trying to be something other than the worst of what we are?
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... I'll have to go back to Spring.
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she doesn't say anything this time, just tightens her grip on molly. that's the worst part of this. being split up again.]
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[Sorry, but he's still more worried than anything else.]
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He also doesn't really want to fight more when it could turn out so badly leaving it that way.]
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she also doesn't want to fight - she doesn't want to make it a trend, to say something stupid and then wake up with one of them gone. just in case. it's easier to just stay silent, or change the subject.
she opens her mouth - and then closes it. she can't take the risk.]
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One night, and then we will all stay together.
[Things can go wrong in the meantime but . . . maybe they won't? Maybe they won't.]