* they pause , stopping in their tracks as they promptly stand there & think , eyebrow furrowed in frustration , two of their fists clenched at their sides as they cleared their throat in their mouth - shoulder jerking up as they opened their mouth to speak , fangs exposed.
" a part of us ... is still holding on. "
* another pause , they flex their webbed , clawed fingers & fidget with said claws , avoiding eye contact. not like you could see their eyes (or , well , eye).
" as stupid & as childish as it is - we still want to believe he's not bad. as much as he did with her , as much of a paranoid shut-in ass he can be - we still ... want to believe he's not just bad. he's flawed , we know that but - ...
maybe its because he's helped us. maybe its because we've seen him hurting & sympathize & all that but - it just cant justify it all. especially not when he wont let us know , he just fucking disappears & nobody knows where he is. but we also cant just hate him for it cause , hell , we'd be a fucking hypocrite. we're just as selfish & awful - even worse then him , so we cant hate him. hell , we admire him for not having lost everything already.
we're also so fed up with him. we're not the same person all the time & especially not who we were before but - everything is just so scattered. we dont remember what it was like when he disappeared for months & died. we dont remember any of that & we cant - fucking sympathize with him or any of the others because he's always just been like this. he's always been like this & - fuck. "
* they let out an exasperated sigh , a distasteful grunt as they pulled their hat up a bit to rub their forehead , slumping over a bit in frustration. hell.