* [Eight stares up at Flaps in silence while he speaks. His expression is…fairly unreadable, but its clearly made some sort of impact, because he flinches away from the other just slightly.
He doesn’t move, nor speak for a good moment or so after he finishes his speech, staring vacantly at the ground, thinking on his words.
When he does reply, he’s far quieter than he was before.]
* …I don’t know.
* I mostly expected not to make it in the first place? * I’ve been alone long enough already. I’m sort of used to it at this point anyway.
* [He visibly winces at something, glancing to the side and muttering under his breath.
Null has sat up at this point, watching from a distance]
* [He huffs out a long, slow sigh….. And his expression softens a bit.]
* If you do make it, I do hope you make a point to try and fix the wrongs you’ve done on everyone. You’ve made an absolute mess for way too many people and it wasn’t needed.
* I’m not about to sit here and tell you not to do what you’ve been working towards – god knows you’re too far gone for that – but the damage you’ve done to everyone else is something that you need to go about repairing. Or at least make the effort.
* If you DO make that effort – then you have a safe place here. If nothing comes about, though, you won’t be welcome here again.
* [ There’s a loud CRACK as Flaps’ fist connects with the other fragments’ face. Eight is duly knocked right onto his ass, on the floor, clutching the exposed part of his face. Goddamn, the fucker can punch hard.
He’s still reeling from the swing when Flaps continues talking, and stares blearily up at him with the question.]
Not exactly the start he had been expecting to some sort of lecture, but okay.]
* …C-Clear,
* Good.
* [He takes a moment – taking a slow breath to steady himself, and then he glowers down at Eight.]
* Do you even – do you know how many people are being affected by this whole mess? Just, you know, just to start. You’ve pretty much been singlehandedly been pulling the entire goddamn Void into your problem. Over ONE PERSON! One! That’s it! It’s just one person!
* But all you’ve been doing is stepping on others, doing whatever the hell you want with them – including myself, don’t you think for a second that I’ve forgotten that little trick you intended to pull on me – and all for what. To get back at ONE. FUCKING. PERSON.
* [He’s pacing now. Back and forth, a couple steps at a time, his tail lashing at the ground furiously.]
* Like – do you even realize how this is going to turn out? Sure, he’ll be gone, great for you, fantastic, whatever – you’ll be alone. And then what, huh? You’ll have maybe one person in the entire void who you haven’t crossed or shit on – or, hell, you know, with your track record, I’m willing to bet you’ve been fucking with him too! It wouldn’t surprise me!
* So – I want you, to tell me. What do you think is gonna happen after this? For you? Because all I’m seeing right now is you being almost, if not COMPLETELY alone again, and then you’re back to square one with absolutely nothing to do. No one to turn to. No one who’s going to be willing to risk their necks to help you again.
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