when the knife hits one of the black figures, vax catches up to it like a blur. he doesn't need whisper - he just follows through, slices across, down, bursting the figures into ash one by one by one. mentally, he's not there - the motions are mechanic, automatic, driven by rage and grief and panic as he lashes out, thoughts narrowed down to a single point.
vex, vex, vex.
and he keeps going, and going, until he's just standing there, covered in ash and blood and nearly hyperventilating, tears in his eyes streaking down his cheeks.
he has to get out of here. he has to find something to make it pay for that because that wasn't enough - he has to slaughter every single fucking creature in this fucking castle, has to, for vex, has to, has to, has to.
when she dies he's supposed to be there. he's supposed to be the one on the other end of the thread, waiting, when she's old and wrinkly and has lived a life full of love, he'll be the one to take her hands and say welcome back, stubby, you're so old now and bring her to their mother. not like this. not like this.
so this can't be right. he can't accept it.
vax takes a breath that's forced, deeper, and whips his head around, away from the carnage and the ash on the stage.
he sees, just vaguely, the exit. he sees yasusada, damien.
this isn't fate and i won't let it be. he has to do something. a panicked, grieving creature who can't just stand still. vax leaps off of the stage, and lands near yasusada, and says - ] Find them. Come on.
[ we find them, we find whoever did this, find this fucking castle, and we destroy it. that's what he has to do. squish the spider. get out. get out. vax rasps a - ] Damien! [ too and puts the single minded goal of vengeance in his head like he's a revenant again.
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when the knife hits one of the black figures, vax catches up to it like a blur. he doesn't need whisper - he just follows through, slices across, down, bursting the figures into ash one by one by one. mentally, he's not there - the motions are mechanic, automatic, driven by rage and grief and panic as he lashes out, thoughts narrowed down to a single point.
vex, vex, vex.
and he keeps going, and going, until he's just standing there, covered in ash and blood and nearly hyperventilating, tears in his eyes streaking down his cheeks.
he has to get out of here. he has to find something to make it pay for that because that wasn't enough - he has to slaughter every single fucking creature in this fucking castle, has to, for vex, has to, has to, has to.
when she dies he's supposed to be there. he's supposed to be the one on the other end of the thread, waiting, when she's old and wrinkly and has lived a life full of love, he'll be the one to take her hands and say welcome back, stubby, you're so old now and bring her to their mother. not like this. not like this.
so this can't be right. he can't accept it.
vax takes a breath that's forced, deeper, and whips his head around, away from the carnage and the ash on the stage.
he sees, just vaguely, the exit. he sees yasusada, damien.
this isn't fate and i won't let it be. he has to do something. a panicked, grieving creature who can't just stand still. vax leaps off of the stage, and lands near yasusada, and says - ] Find them. Come on.
[ we find them, we find whoever did this, find this fucking castle, and we destroy it. that's what he has to do. squish the spider. get out. get out. vax rasps a - ] Damien! [ too and puts the single minded goal of vengeance in his head like he's a revenant again.
he has to get out. ]