@oldieshour said: ❛ You may suddenly realize things are not how you perceived them to be at all. ❜
jun loudly scoffs. “when you say cryptic shit like this, you really make me rethink walking around the haunted woods with you, you know that?” but for once, he falters in his scathing review--thinks he might be too tired to argue about what is and isn’t real anymore. they both are, wandering around in the woods like they were making any kind of progress. it had stopped being about all that weeks ago. and maybe he’s just angry to be wrong, so wrong, about everything.
and he knows enough about aubrey murphy; that all that shit that happened back then was something he’d walked from as a near sole survivor. all that shit was real. and now, there was no logical choice--besides putting some kind of trust in him.
“look. you were right. is that what you want to hear?” he knows he’s being emotional--he hadn’t wanted it to spill like this, especially not here, not now. “why do i have to--why do i have to fucking sit here, and watch everything--everyone fall apart around me?”
and he’s talking his way through his problems again, carry the one, it’s still not an equation he understands. “it’s fucking punishing me, for letting it out.” it punishes everyone through the people they love. he’s stopped walking entirely; eyes flash up, angry, visceral. “--and i want to kill it.” his expression hardens; “you know everything, right? so tell me, how do we kill it?”