[ away, away. they're going up. that's vax's favorite spot, in moments like these - as far away from the rest of the world as possible. he's seen percy in this state enough times to know he's stepping to the edge, and he'll do the best that he can to calm him down.
i'm here. in all of their horrible little fucked up glory, they both are. ]
Yeah. [ whether that's to percy or to the second part about 9S, he doesn't bother specifying, instead just focusing on pulling percy along, up towards the apartment buildings and to the quiet of the roof. ] 've got a suspicion who it might've been, now.
But - we don't. [ he pauses, briefly, frowning, brows knit together. ] We're not talking about it right now. Come on.
[ percy nods quietly. because he most certainly has a suspicion of who it might be, and it percolates in the back of his mind. an incessant drip-drip-dripping. percy will follow vax's steps, doesn't miss a beat. he moves quickly, like the two of them are trying to find some sort of escape, trapped here in this building.
the rooftop can't come fast enough, the fresh air, the silence. the claustrophobia of their strange home dissipates the moment he can look outwards at the shifting landscape just past the roof.
when he breathes, it's a soft gasp, barely there. ]
It's fucked, Vax. It's all fucked. It's been fucked.
[ he swallows, doesn't say another word. ]
She shouldn't... [ he shakes his head ] I hate this. Truly. [ if he's being honest, and he is. vax is the only person who gets it. witnessed it. suffered because it. ]
[ he doesn't say anything at first, but catches onto that gasp. vax is much more sensitive to things like this than he looks, because he knows percy; he's seen him travel down this road before. the sharpness of his breath unconsciously gets him to squeeze his hand. ]
I know. [ ultimately, percy doesn't have to explain himself. vax stands in front of him for now, dark eyes on his face, brows knit together - ducking his head under until he can catch his eyes. vax is voice is quiet and intense, rough around the edges, but no less steady for it. ]
Look at me, Percival.
No one in this had a choice. Not you, not me, not the people who killed. [ and he means all of them - marie included. marie had no choice in those actions taken by whatever that other self was, the way percy didn't have a choice when orthax soaked into his veins.
after what he saw last week, vax won't let him fall back down that hole. not again. ] We all got dragged to this place. The only one here to blame right now is whatever fucking monster - god - whatever it is. Whatever dragged us here. I fucking hate it, too. Hate that it pushed Marie that far, hate that we get nine-fucking-hours to try and figure out half of it, just hate it.
She shouldn't have had to do that, but it's not her fault. [ it's not your fault. ]
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i'm here. in all of their horrible little fucked up glory, they both are. ]
Yeah. [ whether that's to percy or to the second part about 9S, he doesn't bother specifying, instead just focusing on pulling percy along, up towards the apartment buildings and to the quiet of the roof. ] 've got a suspicion who it might've been, now.
But - we don't. [ he pauses, briefly, frowning, brows knit together. ] We're not talking about it right now. Come on.
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the rooftop can't come fast enough, the fresh air, the silence. the claustrophobia of their strange home dissipates the moment he can look outwards at the shifting landscape just past the roof.
when he breathes, it's a soft gasp, barely there. ]
It's fucked, Vax. It's all fucked. It's been fucked.
[ he swallows, doesn't say another word. ]
She shouldn't... [ he shakes his head ] I hate this. Truly. [ if he's being honest, and he is. vax is the only person who gets it. witnessed it. suffered because it. ]
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I know. [ ultimately, percy doesn't have to explain himself. vax stands in front of him for now, dark eyes on his face, brows knit together - ducking his head under until he can catch his eyes. vax is voice is quiet and intense, rough around the edges, but no less steady for it. ]
Look at me, Percival.
No one in this had a choice. Not you, not me, not the people who killed. [ and he means all of them - marie included. marie had no choice in those actions taken by whatever that other self was, the way percy didn't have a choice when orthax soaked into his veins.
after what he saw last week, vax won't let him fall back down that hole. not again. ] We all got dragged to this place. The only one here to blame right now is whatever fucking monster - god - whatever it is. Whatever dragged us here. I fucking hate it, too. Hate that it pushed Marie that far, hate that we get nine-fucking-hours to try and figure out half of it, just hate it.
She shouldn't have had to do that, but it's not her fault. [ it's not your fault. ]