[You're going to ask why can't you do anything right? Why do you keep doing this to me?
Is that what he's -
He turns it on them. He knows he does, he knows he does, he makes it their problem when he's got no business doing any such thing. He'll be glad when they die, will he? 'Cept it's never been a nice thing to witness for anybody - not for him, not for any of the monsters that doubtless landed a lucky hit in.
Or maybe a not so lucky one.
You'll stop caring. You'll stop caring, and that's the worst part of it, the worst part of it being the stop. The stop because it implies that there was a start. And there was a start, a sickening jolt of it, of him realizing that he's in over his goddamn head again, as always. Starting ain't as scary, though. It ain't as scary because a perpetual motion machine is a default state for a guy like him, it's familiarity, it's routine. And one day, inevitably, it'll get unstuck, and it'll all just -
Stop.]
Maybe.
[His tone is mild. His hands have drawn tight in his pockets, or they did at some point. God knows when that happened.]
Or maybe, [and his tone lowers, darkens, smoothly] you got no clue how it is I'll feel.
NO U
Is that what he's -
He turns it on them. He knows he does, he knows he does, he makes it their problem when he's got no business doing any such thing. He'll be glad when they die, will he? 'Cept it's never been a nice thing to witness for anybody - not for him, not for any of the monsters that doubtless landed a lucky hit in.
Or maybe a not so lucky one.
You'll stop caring. You'll stop caring, and that's the worst part of it, the worst part of it being the stop. The stop because it implies that there was a start. And there was a start, a sickening jolt of it, of him realizing that he's in over his goddamn head again, as always. Starting ain't as scary, though. It ain't as scary because a perpetual motion machine is a default state for a guy like him, it's familiarity, it's routine. And one day, inevitably, it'll get unstuck, and it'll all just -
Stop.]
Maybe.
[His tone is mild. His hands have drawn tight in his pockets, or they did at some point. God knows when that happened.]
Or maybe, [and his tone lowers, darkens, smoothly] you got no clue how it is I'll feel.