dear_mun | wonderin' bout that 'surprise' from Telltale

Y'know, I... [He heaves a soft sigh.] I never did get thank you for lookin' out for 'Becs... an' the baby.

[Sure, they have their differences -- and ones that can't be shrugged off. But he'll show gratitude where it's due. God knows no one else had had the experience delivering a baby.]

[Looking towards the other man, he gave a nod. Though they were usually never on the same page, he thought dying like he did was not something he deserved.]

It's... it's alrigh'. I had to-- I mean, not because I had to-- but... she an' Alvin, they.. deserved that much. [He was a parent. Letting a child die was not something he wanted to go through again.]

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[There's a troubled knit to his brow as he looks away. His eyes dim, unfocused.]

...Yeah. [He says, finally, his voice soft and almost cracking. And it might be the first thing they've been able to agree on in a long time.]

[He didn't know what to say, really, so he just breathes out a sigh.]

... I wish we coulda done better by you, too.
[Kenny wasn't sure if bringing up his death was appropriate, but he wanted to at least say that much.]

Shit fell apart... Pretty close to when... [His shoulders shrug. It almost seemed like Luke kept the group together before.]

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[He looks up, considering Kenny for a moment as if he's seeing him for the first time. Maybe it’s having the luxury of time, now, to talk of something other than pressing goals and no longer feeling the brutal pressure of urgent needs and the struggle to meet them that has pulled this out of Kenny. Maybe, with him out of the picture, it’s that much easier. It doesn’t matter why he’s saying this, at the end of the day. But it counts for something.]

Clem an’ AJ are still alive… least somethin’ went right.

[He huffs a humourless laugh, shaking his head before long. And there’s a long silence after, a muscle flexing in his clenched jaw, his throat bobbing. They say it’s peaceful, sinking soft and slow into the deep; an easy death. Always so poetic in the movies. People don’t talk about the panic and crushing pressure in the chest before your body gives and water rips through your starved lungs. They don’t talk about being unable to scream, to call for help. Or the loneliness of just fading away.]

We shoulda found a way around... [Anger bleeds into his voice.] I shoulda… said somethin'.

Yeah... [That much was all he could ask for.] We should've... I was too busy makin' sure the goddamn russkie wouldn't...

[His fists tighten at the word, and he felt his blood boil. If he had agreed to ease up on him, it would've been revoked the moment he shot Clem. He tries to breathe deeply, to stop that anger growing in him.]

Knew he was garbage.

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[Oh no. No, they're not getting into this.]

It ain't his fault, man. Ain't nobody's fault. [Sure doesn't keep him from feeling responsible, though.] An' arguin' about it ain't gon' change a goddamn thing.

Fine, but shootin' Clem like he did was!

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Whuh... what the fuck? [He stares like Kenny's grown another head, the bottom of his stomach dropping out.] When?!

Later the night after ya died -- the piece'a shit was gonna run off with Bonnie, Mike, the supplies, and the goddamn car that I fixed up! [He was livid all over again. The three were willing to leave he, Clem, Jane and a baby to die.]

Clem woke up, saw 'em an' called for help, then he fuckin'-- [He shook his head, every part of him tensing up.] She could've died! Fucker ran off with the two before I could give him a goddamn piece of my mind!

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Neither of us are long for this [ complete fucking crapsack of a ] world, not with the way they left things. [ Her arms are crossed, expression betraying nothing but a solid mistrust and dislike. ]

I'd say my goodbyes while I still can.

[There are so many things jarringly wrong with the picture Kenny paints of the future he couldn't be a part of that he doesn't know where to start, doesn't know what to say when his mouth opens uselessly. And for a long moment all he can do is stare hopelessly, incredulous, like he's been slapped, his pulse deepening in his throat.]

Holy shit...

[The room spins on its own axis while his mind grasps for some anchoring thread of logic, some explanation. Though there's nothing that can justify this.

Clem shot, Bonnie leaving, AJ abandoned.

He wasn't there. He wasn't there and he can only take Kenny's word for it. Sick with fury and terror and hurt, he searches Kenny's face for a different answer, for something better. But can't find one for the life of him. How -- how could things have crumbled so badly?]

God dammit!!

[When he sees her, there's a long moment of silence from him, uncommon for the man. When the last memory he had of her was of their fight, and the fury in both of them-- his fury as he fought for control-- he was clueless as to how he should feel.

His fists tighten as he looks her over. When he does speak, he sounds more confused than angered.]

'm not sure whether to take comfort in that, or not.

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[He wasn't used to hearing Luke raising his voice -- besides the one time after Jane left. There's little that he feels he can say to make it sound any better.

It was his fault that the two of them went to leave with Arvo, anyway.]

..Like ya said before, Clem and A.J... at least the two of 'em... They're safe. Wellington -- it was out there.

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[And like before, back on the observation deck. his explosive anger is bottled and shoved down as quickly as it came, his body a humming live-wire. He just breathes and breathes through the stubborn, squeezing tightness in his chest, willing his fisted hands to relax, to open. Staring dully at the wall.

There's a glimmer of hope yet for the kids, at least. They deserve to know something better than slogging through day after day of brutal, meaningless suffering, to spend the entirety of their lives glancing over their shoulders and sleeping with one eye open. Luke had had doubts of his own about Wellington, but it had given them a sense of direction and hope, steadily pushing them north.

Kenny's words echo over and over, so many questions crowding his mind. Why'd it sound like Clem and AJ were on their own? He shakes his head. It's hard to know where to start.]

Wait... [He looks up, frowning, feeling a dull, sick ache in his gut. Bracing himself.] -- Wait, what about Jane?

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[His gaze falls downward at the mention of the one other person who was left, with him and the kids. He draws in a breath, almost appearing angered.]

... She ain't around. We found a rest-stop. She.. she came in without A.J., and I thought that she'd... [Slowly, his expression softens. The situation was complicated, and he wasn't sure how to say it.]

[That cold, creeping sensation of sickness spreads from the pit of his stomach.]

Kenny...? [It comes out more as a statement than a question, a defensive edge to his voice as he tries to follow Kenny's train of thought. His head buzzes with dizzying possibilities. He doesn't - can't - take his eyes off him.]

[He'd killed her.. but no, he couldn't just say that. He knew the reaction couldn't have been a good one, but staying silent seemed just as bad as saying he had. He directs his gaze to the ground.]

I thought she'd.. killed A.J. [Just saying that out loud made him feel the utter hopelessness he felt when he saw her empty-handed.]

She didn't. She.. [Kenny grimaces, thinking even the circumstances wouldn't help how awful he'd seem -- even if he felt he simply had to kill her before she killed him.]

Wanted to prove to Clem, that I was... that I... was jus' like.. Carver. We fought.. she wanted us to. An' I ended up... [He remembers the look on Clem's face, and feels himself growing tired from even thinking about this situation again. His posture was poor, his eyelids falling shut -- looking at the ground alone didn't take away the feeling that the other was judging him, like most of his group had.]

I don't give a shit what it does for you. [ Though the words are devoid of her typical hot air, they are no less cutting. There's bad blood, and then there's what went down between them. She can't deny that some of the blame's on her side. It was a gamble, made out of desperation and anger - one she'd lost, one she couldn't call off without losing everything. ]

I just hope you didn't actually drag Clem and AJ off to die on your wild fucking goose chase for Wellington.

[At her words, his lips form into a scowl and he breathes out deeply. Not that he really wanted or expected to be her friend, but the constant bickering between them was tiring.

He doesn't bother to hold back any of his own agitation towards her, his tone patronizing.] Despite what ya believe, I didn't force them to, an' they ain't dead. They're safe. [He huffs once more, crossing his arms. Though he knew what her intentions were, he couldn't exactly let go of how she'd messed with him purposely.]

Where the hell did you think that was gonna get you, anyway? [He doesn't think he needs to specify what he's talking about. She should know well enough.]

[It gets worse. Things only seem to get worse these days and for just a moment he thinks his legs might give out under the weight of the world or he’ll throw up - but his body does neither. His hands are all but shaking, every nerve in his body a live wire. They’ve lost so many already and now --]

Jesus Christ! [He throws up his hands]

[There’s no hope of biting any of it back, his eyes wild and gleaming dangerously. And then he tears his eyes away just as suddenly, looking around like he’s searching for something to break, his jaw stiffening. Shakily scrubs a hand over his mouth.

The world’s spinning and spinning and his chest hurts, his heart punching his ribs.]

This is fucked... s'all fucked...

wonderin' bout that 'surprise' from Telltale

holy shit, a kenny

ye :D i mostly play him on tumblr, but.

well, glad I could catch him here. :)

this is late and i'm sorry

psssh, it's all good

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helloooooooooooo nurse!

sorry for the delay

yellooooo. Kenny's ... well, I guess I wouldn't know how to feel either.

it's all good

I was stuck trying to convey the extent to which his mind is blown, lol

righto. I get the message tho. poor Luke, so confused.

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oops it's sad

i think this is the part where i start apologizing

n'aw, we're good, but -they- aren't XD

/deflates