Let’s talk a little about this, shall we? (Cw for SA and mildly graphic description of suicide)
It was supposed to go far more smoothly.
Raf having found out about Blazer & Clementine’s plan to open the city shouldn’t have twisted it too far off track, even though Clem couldn’t know about it. Blazer would simply have to become a double agent; pretend to appease Raf and capture the outsider to ensure his family’s safety, all while leaving her with the subway keys in hopes she manages to make it out of jail alive with the help of her friends.
Up to that point, things seemed successful— the city’s concrete streets now bathed in sunlight for the first time in millennia… but Theo and Blazer find no desire to celebrate.
Dolly, their daughter, the one for whom they’d done all of this the most— lay in her bedroom unconscious over a lake of oil sourced from her head, pried open by the pair of scissors still grasped by her right hand. What pushed her to do this in such a perfect moment?
as Blazer checks her over and attempts to administer first aid, Theo finds himself looking through her still buzzing phone.
Text messages. Hundreds, thousands still coming in, all sourced from the same unsaved number— though as Theo scrolls to earlier in the conversation, the question of the person behind it doesn’t remain a mystery for long.
“You were my son. I loved you as best as I could, and yet you chose to live with that lowly tailor and his drug addicted dog over me.
I never wanted to do this, I never wanted to hurt you, but you left me with no choice. Do you even remember what happened?
A video from over a year ago was the last thing she saw. The thing that finally broke that poor child’s resolve. The thing that brought her to suicide.
Theo only watches the first few seconds- crushing the phone in his fist the moment he realizes exactly what this film shows. It breaks xir resolve as well— though as he tells Blazer xe have “an errand to run” and to keep her safe, it’s clear that to xem, someone else needs to be taken to the grave.
Theodore, surely you’re still reasonable—
It has been years. Decades. Of Raf making the tailor put up with a cacophony of bullshit— dragging xem into a business contract, getting offended when xe realized it was purely for his benefit, deciding to use his own child as bait to keep Theo from abandoning him altogether— hell, fucking KIDNAPPING xem when his control started to slip again- and now this? Theo is at his wit’s end.
Do you really think you can get away with this? Murdering an innocent bot?
Raf appeals to Theo’s logic- if xe go through with this, can you imagine how immense the consequences would be? If this gets public, how ruined would xir career be? Unluckily for him, the tailor no longer cares.
Y-you don’t want to do this- killing me makes you just as bad as me, don’t you know?
Despite the oligarch having spent the better part of a decade trying to drag Theo down to his level, he lifts xem up slightly- simultaneously admitting his guilt for his actions. Once again, Theo no longer cares.
P-please, just LISTEN to me, you don’t KILL, you’re not Blazer—
Alas, it’s clear Raf has no intention to change, attempting to drag Blazer’s name through the mud in order to get through to xem. This was another strategy he used commonly, and not one that ever worked.
just let me tell my side, Theodore, you’re so much b-better than this, can’t we just talk this out in a civilized manner?
Once again, trying to appeal to Theo’s logic and lift him ever to slightly higher, but the time for that has long passed.
This is it, Raf. Dead men can’t rape.
