[He can feel himself physically shaking. Just run. Just leave. Disengage and let them decide whatever they wished. It wouldn't change what he had seen. What they had seen of him. No explanation he could give would satisfy this.
And even more so, his chest beats raw, at the idea of once more being torn from a duty here that he wants so badly to complete. A sense of belonging he does not believe he deserves but still strives for anyway, ripped apart every time someone sees him like this.
Cross-wired. Incorrect.]
What do you think you gain by this? What do you think you could possibly help me with by standing in my way?
[Empty words. Angry words. Like an animal snapping its jaws and baring its teeth.
This person. This thing. It doesn't care. He does not want to give them space to make him think otherwise. Not again. He will not fall for that again.]
It is not your concern. I am not your concern.
All your concern should be is the people of this world. What we have to do for them, and what we agreed to do to rescue them.
Spare me the rest.
[He won't wait for an answer. They can follow if they like, but Vakama will turn straight back and start a ferocious pace back to the warehouse.
Leave him alone. Leave him. These haunting thoughts of death and destruction, the ache of his heart and body at the recollections... they were his burden. His "blessing". His, and only his, to bear. He would not have them picked apart under the microscopic gaze of this ego.]
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[He can feel himself physically shaking. Just run. Just leave. Disengage and let them decide whatever they wished. It wouldn't change what he had seen. What they had seen of him. No explanation he could give would satisfy this.
And even more so, his chest beats raw, at the idea of once more being torn from a duty here that he wants so badly to complete. A sense of belonging he does not believe he deserves but still strives for anyway, ripped apart every time someone sees him like this.
Cross-wired. Incorrect.]
What do you think you gain by this? What do you think you could possibly help me with by standing in my way?
[Empty words. Angry words. Like an animal snapping its jaws and baring its teeth.
This person. This thing. It doesn't care. He does not want to give them space to make him think otherwise. Not again. He will not fall for that again.]
It is not your concern. I am not your concern.
All your concern should be is the people of this world. What we have to do for them, and what we agreed to do to rescue them.
Spare me the rest.
[He won't wait for an answer. They can follow if they like, but Vakama will turn straight back and start a ferocious pace back to the warehouse.
Leave him alone. Leave him. These haunting thoughts of death and destruction, the ache of his heart and body at the recollections... they were his burden. His "blessing". His, and only his, to bear. He would not have them picked apart under the microscopic gaze of this ego.]