couldn't resist. update talk.

[syncopator]

old mcdonald had a farm
e i e i o
and he bought that farm with two demon doggy swords to the gut
e i e i o

i mean lets be honest
as much as i bitched about wanting to avoid this exact thing
it was probably always going to happen
and isnt this how it works in every shitty movie about some heroic dude
his wife or his buddy or his dog dies or something
and thats what inspires him to go out and murder everyone
or in our case save a bunch of universes or something
we all know whose job that is
it was never going to be mine
im the sidekick
here for laughs and to tug at your heartstrings with his sad and noble sacrifice
who gets double stabbed by some dogs with wings and dies on top of his best friends corpse

man
this is pretty bullshit actually
but to be meta for a second here
will this even stick??
who the fuck knows anymore
shit got too real for me to handle
strider out

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[lethechained]

[See, there are so many parts of this she wants to Look at him for that she isn't even sure where to start. Decisions, decisions.]

I'm pretty sure, [It's actually very level. (Maybe too level.)] ... that if that wasn't heroic, you wouldn't have stayed dead.

Because it definitely wasn't just.

[syncopator]

Namine...

[ He rubs his face. They may be canon versions of their alternate selves right now, but whatever. She's still important to him. ]

Look. That it was heroic was the stupid part. I got killed pointlessly and accomplished jack shit. Dave Strider, hero of dumbasses. That's me.

[lethechained]

[She is not quickly deterred by the differences between universes, herself. Not an easy girl to shake, this one.]

You were still trying to help your friend. [The Look fades, though, as she wraps a hand around her opposite elbow, arm across her torso.] Even if it didn't turn out well in the end, that's nothing to beat yourself up about.

[A beat; she falters.]

I mean-- I'm not saying I'm glad it happened, or anything. It's just... hard, hearing you talk about yourself that way.

[syncopator]

So ... what, you want me to say it was a great idea to challenge two dog demons I couldn't possibly beat without really thinking about it?

[ That comes out a little harsh, and he shifts uncomfortably, his mouth pulling to on side as he glances away. ]

... look, I appreciate the support, but it doesn't make me any less dead.

[lethechained]

No, of course not. That's not what I meant.

[His harshness doesn't make her defensive, exactly, but it does cause something almost pained in her frown that, even once it fades, leaves a lingering sort of sadness. The first part of her response thereafter comes out like a sigh.]

I know it doesn't. But I... [How to phrase it?] ... I wish you'd stop kicking your own corpse.

[Isn't dying punishment enough?]

[syncopator]

[ Some part of him wants to reach out to her, but he's 16 and an asshole, so he doesn't. Just rocks back on his heels and pushes a hand through his hair. ]

Aight. I can compromise on that.

[lethechained]

-- What, really?

[She doesn't seem at all reluctant about the smile blossoming on her lips, even if it is a little small and a little shy and a little cautious, nor the breath of a laugh that's surprised from her chest and lifts her shoulders on the way. Just keep on being a loser, Dave, she'll bring all the sweetness herself.]

I was expecting that to be a lot harder...!