#dcsperados | bash

[epiitaphs]

❝ I’m surprised you still have that. ❞

Seb shrugs, looking over at the small box that had lost its lid somewhere in the reorganization process. Back to Bash. It feels...odd somehow. They drink together and talk about their problems then, but showing him now that he’s got some sort of emotional center feels more fraught. “I keep some things.” As if anyone would have been able to guess that, even family, since clearly Bash is a bit surprised by all this. Probably should have just done this on his own. Maybe he’d thought Bash would be able to avoid investigating the things he’s been pulling out of the closet. He doesn’t feel angry about it, he supposes, which is positive, but the defensiveness is likely less good. “It’s not like I’ve got it all out on display.” Whatever that means. He’s allowed to be sentimental, he supposes, but he’d rather not. “Just go through it at this point, if you want. I’ll keep looking here, though I’m not sure I’m going to find it.”

[epiitaphs]

❝ I’m not going to die in this hole. ❞

The opposite was more likely. They both knew it, too. Even if they were valuable now, what the scientists were developing meant that one day the original prototypes might no longer have value. If Bucky had time to really think about it, he might have questioned if they had much value even now. And even then, it wasn’t like they were equal. Bucky didn’t try to kill scientists at the same rate that Bash did, which meant they took him out more. He liked being outside the cage, even if the other wolves didn’t like him. What saved him most of the time was that they followed orders to the letter. Not that it stopped some of the minor issues, but it meant he was still alive. Bash didn’t get that. They hadn’t tried more of his type. He could only assume they realized a pack was useful, as opposed to something more solitary. But still, Bash should be able to see the grass before he died.

“No, you will not.” He didn’t want to lie, but maybe if they said it enough it wouldn’t be one. Dying would be worth it if they could die out in the sun. “One day, you will be out.” Both of them, maybe. That would be nice. No bars between them. He didn’t know how that would feel. Probably like the air after a long time in the cages. “There will be a way.” It was stay here and die or try to escape and also maybe die, but die outside of a cage. Security was tight, but there could be a way. He wasn’t supposed to think this way. He knew it was punishable. And they would, they’d throw him - literally, but he wasn’t laughing - to the wolves and not pull him out until they remembered their investment.