[ evan doesn't move. he's furious, but he knows how to be patient, and david's pushing him dangerously close to the other side of fury. it's hard to get him there because of how easy straightforward violence is.
but david's getting there too, it looks like, and the part of his brain that's managed to hold onto sense in this place thinks: why? why be so angry about the idea of a death wish? so many of them have one. he's seen survivors bait him into killing them, in trials and outside them. trying to get him angry enough to put them out of their misery. or just trying to one-up him without realizing what a one-track road that was to death.
but david knows what dying here does to a person, doesn't he? he said as much before. i know how shit goes for me here. maybe that bothers him more than he says. ]
Try it.
[ in the shadows, his own fingers curl tighter around the handle of his cleaver. ]
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but david's getting there too, it looks like, and the part of his brain that's managed to hold onto sense in this place thinks: why? why be so angry about the idea of a death wish? so many of them have one. he's seen survivors bait him into killing them, in trials and outside them. trying to get him angry enough to put them out of their misery. or just trying to one-up him without realizing what a one-track road that was to death.
but david knows what dying here does to a person, doesn't he? he said as much before. i know how shit goes for me here. maybe that bothers him more than he says. ]
Try it.
[ in the shadows, his own fingers curl tighter around the handle of his cleaver. ]