[ treating death like something to enjoy is the standard for most killers - most, but not all. evan, first among many, has always seen it as an amusement under certain circumstances. that it's not permanent here only makes that worse.
it never occurs to him, yet again, that david might not be comfortable seeing it the same way. besides, it's ghost face they're talking about. if every killer wants to see him dead to laugh about it, then every survivor should want the same thing as far as he's concerned. ]
Might just be that he really can't breathe.
[ a broken face will lead to that.
the workshop hasn't changed, and evan makes a straight line for a crate further back. it's got bottles in it that clink as he roots through them to find the right one. what he returns with is dirty, old, and stained black, but there's a fading paper label wrapped around it marking it as the pine tar he figures they can use. ]
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it never occurs to him, yet again, that david might not be comfortable seeing it the same way. besides, it's ghost face they're talking about. if every killer wants to see him dead to laugh about it, then every survivor should want the same thing as far as he's concerned. ]
Might just be that he really can't breathe.
[ a broken face will lead to that.
the workshop hasn't changed, and evan makes a straight line for a crate further back. it's got bottles in it that clink as he roots through them to find the right one. what he returns with is dirty, old, and stained black, but there's a fading paper label wrapped around it marking it as the pine tar he figures they can use. ]