[ Blood fills her mouth, pours from her lips as she coughs wetly. It's rushing up from her throat and out from the stump of her tongue both, dripping onto the nicest piece of clothing she's ever owned, and she rasps a word, another, insensible to the pain.
You're a murderer, she tries to say, and you're rotten. Not he'd never have been happy with you once he knew, but he could have forgiven me, and we'll never know now; she doesn't have the coherence left to think it consciously.
She purses her mouth closed, head swimming and limbs growing cold, and then spits as much of the welling blood towards him as she can. ]
[He's not scared of a little blood. Doesn't care how it will stain the front of that red sweatshirt. He did his duty during the event and he could easily afford a new wardrobe now. The blood on his sweatshirt a symbol of his chance to have a sweet moment of revenge.
Calling him rotten or a murderer is hardly enough to get a rise out of him. Those are words he already knows and accepts about himself. He's killed hundreds at this point, one more is barely another hashmark on the long list. But she can't say those words aloud, so all he can do is assume the names she is calling him.]
I would gladly kill you over and over again. Maybe if we meet again, I'll just go ahead and pluck out those eyes of yours. Since you chose to pretend you can't see..we should just make it so next time. Let you taste what it is like to be in Xingchen's shoes instead of just lying about it.
[ If her heart had blood remaining with which to beat, she'd use it all to curse him. Instead, she sways, listless, slumps over against the seat, fingers twitching weakly and lips moving with the last impulse to... to... she doesn't know.
Wasn't this worse? Couldn't she have just died, there, at the riverside? She loses consciousness by the time he says Xiao Xingchen's name, upper body lurching over until she's almost bowed before him. ]
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You're a murderer, she tries to say, and you're rotten. Not he'd never have been happy with you once he knew, but he could have forgiven me, and we'll never know now; she doesn't have the coherence left to think it consciously.
She purses her mouth closed, head swimming and limbs growing cold, and then spits as much of the welling blood towards him as she can. ]
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Calling him rotten or a murderer is hardly enough to get a rise out of him. Those are words he already knows and accepts about himself. He's killed hundreds at this point, one more is barely another hashmark on the long list. But she can't say those words aloud, so all he can do is assume the names she is calling him.]
I would gladly kill you over and over again. Maybe if we meet again, I'll just go ahead and pluck out those eyes of yours. Since you chose to pretend you can't see..we should just make it so next time. Let you taste what it is like to be in Xingchen's shoes instead of just lying about it.
here i made it just for you
Wasn't this worse? Couldn't she have just died, there, at the riverside? She loses consciousness by the time he says Xiao Xingchen's name, upper body lurching over until she's almost bowed before him. ]