I happened! [ It's all panic and no anger, well within his wheelhouse of undignified shrillness. ] I keep, I keep happening to people and I don't even mean to, they're just around me--
[ And then they're ruined. They're about to be executed, or they sign their life away and lose their beard, or they wake up and he's abandoned them, or their brother is gone, or they put a hole in their head, like he's some impossible infection.
Will they even find the body? Will it just stay out there while people wonder, worry? Oh god, he doesn't think he could lead anyone back to it even if he wanted to. Couldn't find it again.
Stede takes a step back that turns into a crouch, a shaky hand over his mouth for a moment while he tries and fails to pull himself together. Baby Bonnet. Same as always.
The problem with everything being your fault is it's hard to know where to start explaining yourself.
But what happened, what happened, that's why weren't you here, I trusted you to be here. That's tonight. Last night. The sky is so beautiful, and for what. Keeping Ed here where he's not safe longer instead of getting the explanations over with, and for what. He probably could have been here sooner. He doesn't know. ]
Somebody else woke me up.
[ He cannot presently manage "don't cry," but he ought to try to manage "what the fuck happened?"
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I happened! [ It's all panic and no anger, well within his wheelhouse of undignified shrillness. ] I keep, I keep happening to people and I don't even mean to, they're just around me--
[ And then they're ruined. They're about to be executed, or they sign their life away and lose their beard, or they wake up and he's abandoned them, or their brother is gone, or they put a hole in their head, like he's some impossible infection.
Will they even find the body? Will it just stay out there while people wonder, worry? Oh god, he doesn't think he could lead anyone back to it even if he wanted to. Couldn't find it again.
Stede takes a step back that turns into a crouch, a shaky hand over his mouth for a moment while he tries and fails to pull himself together. Baby Bonnet. Same as always.
The problem with everything being your fault is it's hard to know where to start explaining yourself.
But what happened, what happened, that's why weren't you here, I trusted you to be here. That's tonight. Last night. The sky is so beautiful, and for what. Keeping Ed here where he's not safe longer instead of getting the explanations over with, and for what. He probably could have been here sooner. He doesn't know. ]
Somebody else woke me up.
[ He cannot presently manage "don't cry," but he ought to try to manage "what the fuck happened?"
He owes Ed that much, at least. ]