[He's about to say she's losing him, he doesn't know what she's talking about, when she tries to cut her fucking hand open.]
Hey!
[He only has time for that, to call out that sharp, alarmed word and start to reach out before the rock just goes and breaks, and then it clicks. He doesn't want it to, he doesn't want to be able to follow the logic of this place so easy, but he does and he breathes out hard, turning away with a noise of disgust and then turns back, rubbing his hand over his face.]
Jesus, you couldn't of warned me?
[He doesn't give her a chance to answer, just takes the fear she struck up in him just now and uses it to barrel forward into something that sounds angry.]
You know what I did? Back there? You know what I spent all my time doing? [He reaches over to pick up his bottle of moonshine and shakes it, eyebrows raised.] Kept me from screamin, so. Hey. Maybe you coulda done something more with that, stepped in front of a couple more spears or, I don't know. Maybe you could of done more for those people if you'd just spent the whole time working as a human shield, but if we're talking about selfish? At least you wanted to help, you just couldn't figure out a way to do it. That's not selfish, it's...
[The longer he went on the more his anger goes dim, like he's a whole fire trying to keep going on only a little twig for fuel. He sets the bottle back on the ground, watching it instead of her. He sighs, feeling the fire go out. Guilt hunches up his shoulders and slides into his voice, taking its place; so much for trying to be gentle with her, god damn it.]
You wanted to help. You want to help next time. That's not selfish. That's what I meant. Okay?
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Hey!
[He only has time for that, to call out that sharp, alarmed word and start to reach out before the rock just goes and breaks, and then it clicks. He doesn't want it to, he doesn't want to be able to follow the logic of this place so easy, but he does and he breathes out hard, turning away with a noise of disgust and then turns back, rubbing his hand over his face.]
Jesus, you couldn't of warned me?
[He doesn't give her a chance to answer, just takes the fear she struck up in him just now and uses it to barrel forward into something that sounds angry.]
You know what I did? Back there? You know what I spent all my time doing? [He reaches over to pick up his bottle of moonshine and shakes it, eyebrows raised.] Kept me from screamin, so. Hey. Maybe you coulda done something more with that, stepped in front of a couple more spears or, I don't know. Maybe you could of done more for those people if you'd just spent the whole time working as a human shield, but if we're talking about selfish? At least you wanted to help, you just couldn't figure out a way to do it. That's not selfish, it's...
[The longer he went on the more his anger goes dim, like he's a whole fire trying to keep going on only a little twig for fuel. He sets the bottle back on the ground, watching it instead of her. He sighs, feeling the fire go out. Guilt hunches up his shoulders and slides into his voice, taking its place; so much for trying to be gentle with her, god damn it.]
You wanted to help. You want to help next time. That's not selfish. That's what I meant. Okay?