[ gun ] -victoriousfeeling
he can’t help but laugh.
after all these years, here they are AGAIN.
like always.
” jason… oye, jason… estas vivo? ” vaas grins, licking his teeth. “you thought this shit was over, didn’t you, jason? thought fuckin’ my sister and riding off into the sunset with your white trash friends meant no more nightmares, huh? that you could spend the rest of your life jerkin’ it like you won. no no no no hermano, you didn’t win. you just fucked yourself DEEPER down the rabbit hole.”
WAKE UP ALICE! YOU NEVER LEFT WONDERLAND!
PUSSY BOY JASON BRODY·:
“Who cares about the Rakyat?” Well, Jason still wears his tatau like a badge of honor, he still looks for Citra in everyone he beds, only to end up disappointed when they don’t quite compare. “What do you want me to say, that you were right about Citra?” In his defense, he never actually cared about her or the Rakyat; rather, it was always about himself, about how being Citra’s perfect warrior made him feel. Not that being self-centered is a merit, not that it changes the fact that he was played like a fiddle.
Whatever; it’s not like Vaas hadn’t fell for the same bullshit himself once, at least Jason broke the cycle. He could have fucked up much worse than he did.
He lowers his gun with a sigh, it’s not like he’s gonna shoot at that point and they both know that (except that there’s no they, it’s all in his head, he gotta remember that). “Maybe you did.” He looks almost taunting as he says that but mostly just resigned. There’s a lot that could have gone differently. For one, he and his friend might had never set foot on the island had Jason not been stupid enough to trust some DJ he just met.
He might have not killed Vaas but then what? Jason doesn’t exactly regret it, he just wishes he could understand why he can’t seem to get rid of him, even after all this time. “Guess there’s nothing to be done about that now, uh?”
his eye twitches;
❛ is that it? ❜ this is not what he expected, nor wanted. ❛ you pussy-ing out on me, hermano? ❜
no no no no no vaas pulls the hammer back and readies the revolved, pressing it closer to jason’s face. he wants him angry, and scared, not whatever the fuck he’s doing right now. where’s the fire? where’s the bloodlust he had when he stabbed vaas in the chest until his heart gave out and left him for dead? THE PASSION???
he laughs…
❛ you have the biggest set of balls, and you’re very welcome for that but playtime’s over, the game’s changed, and you don’t have the controller. I WILL SHOOT YOU, JASON! ❜
