❛ you wanted the truth. i’ve given it to you. it’s up to you what you do with it. ❜
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HE DOESN'T BELIEVE THEM! shoulders square, jaw tenses and vi can't help but bore holes into them with his stare. why would they continue to say such a damning ( DAMAGING! ) thing? was it some twisted enjoyment they felt in tearing him apart like this? the well of vi's jaw fills with bitterness. the muscles in his body draw tight. who was he to blame but himself though? at the end of the day it was him, him alone, the titular cause.
❝ pow, i - ❞ he... what? thought that he could change the outcome somehow? that all he had to do was... 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝? vi feels sick with the way his spine tingles, a sense of unease pervasively bleeding into every nerve in him. it was his fault. he knew that. he was the reason for this.
IT HURT THOUGH! IT HURT TOO MUCH TO ADMIT!
❝ it doesn't have to be like this, i swear to it. ❞ vi hesitates to close the distance growing between them. he doesn't deserve to. not after what he's done. or was it because he was really a coward? too scared to actually do anything at all. he could say anything he wanted but where were the actions to back it up?
vi steals himself but he cannot help the look his eyes betray. pity, sorrow. self-hatred and shame. ❝ i - promise, just let me help you. ❞
❝ i want to help you, i want to make it right. ❞ vi's body shifts, a half step forward. a thousand steps back.
the angered exclamation still rattles sharply within his skull, his denial still imbittered beneath his tongue. 𝙋𝙊𝙒𝘿𝙀𝙍 𝙄𝙎 𝘿𝙀𝘼𝘿! & he just can't accept it. vi can feel the defeated slump of his shoulders even if he outright refuses to be honest with himself about it. even if he looks them in the eyes as he shakes his head ' no ' at the same damn time.
❝ please, don't do this. ❞ as if either of them have a choice.
