[ He can't say it doesn't make sense- cut off the source of power to eliminate the problem, but it still seems so barbaric. Something that has no self-preservation, no mind of its own save for trying to sate a hunger it will never reach.. It's a very desolate existence that defies all natural and unnatural laws.
They may be gone, but it's clear they still left an impression- particularly to those stuck with them. Bull's gaze is so all encompassing, and Dorian is trying to help him through this, but not quite sure how to. The somber change in discussion doesn't go unnoticed, and he feels like he stops being a part of the conversation as he says what he needs to.
An unbidden rush of agony drowns him in that moment, and it's difficult to parse what's going on around them- all sound has dulled, like being trapped under water, and even Bull's voice feels further away than he actually is.
Leilani is dead. He pushed her away when she needed him, and he lost a friend. He had assumed that he could potentially tuck his tail between his legs and apologize eventually, but that moment is gone. She died alone and he wasn't there.
He lets out the breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding, trying to school the look of agony on his face. It takes rather longer than he wants, and his grip on his drink tightens. ]
I... I see.
[ He doesn't want to be here. This doesn't feel real. This is some sick, cosmic joke in a long line of jokes at his expense. ]
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Date: 2018-06-13 12:24 am (UTC)From:They may be gone, but it's clear they still left an impression- particularly to those stuck with them. Bull's gaze is so all encompassing, and Dorian is trying to help him through this, but not quite sure how to. The somber change in discussion doesn't go unnoticed, and he feels like he stops being a part of the conversation as he says what he needs to.
An unbidden rush of agony drowns him in that moment, and it's difficult to parse what's going on around them- all sound has dulled, like being trapped under water, and even Bull's voice feels further away than he actually is.
Leilani is dead. He pushed her away when she needed him, and he lost a friend. He had assumed that he could potentially tuck his tail between his legs and apologize eventually, but that moment is gone. She died alone and he wasn't there.
He lets out the breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding, trying to school the look of agony on his face. It takes rather longer than he wants, and his grip on his drink tightens. ]
I... I see.
[ He doesn't want to be here. This doesn't feel real. This is some sick, cosmic joke in a long line of jokes at his expense. ]