[ evan can hear the flatness, but he doesn't question it. he asked a question, he got an answer. it's the one he wanted to hear, because if someone regrets killing that asshole, then they aren't worth his time.
he puts away the bandages and looks down at his own foot, where the knife went straight through his boot. the foot'll heal, and the boot too, probably, but for the time being he's got that to put up with. ]
Good. Next time he sees you, maybe he'll know to shut his mouth.
[ the insults were aimed and sharp, even if they were a little off at the end. but pain'll do that to a man. ]
Or at least he'll know better than to let you get hold of him.
Yeah? [ he raises an eyebrow. ] That'll be the fucking day.
[ david doubts that very much on both counts. extra frustrating, because he'd always thought he was of little interest to ghost face, and now he's beat the shit out of him twice, killed him once. if that's not a way to make himself interesting, david doesn't know what else would do it. ]
[ that's a later problem though, nothing david can do about it right now. ]
[ he looks up from his hands, back at evan. a little hesitant to ask what he's about to because david doesn't really want to open himself up to any deeper discussions, but. ]
[ david's probably right. the idea of ghost face learning is laughable, after all.
the careful question that follows makes evan look at him again, away from the cuts - attempted cuts, really - on his arms. ]
Yeah.
[ part curiosity, part real interest, part wondering - just a little - where survivors stand on outright murder when it's them doing it. circumstances can change the answer, but at the end of the day, he's always waiting for them to be hypocrites, and he's usually right.
but where he might have ground this in before, there's been enough time for him and david to deal with each other that he doesn't see the point. they've discussed this, angrily. and david was honest enough earlier - don't actually hate being around you that much - that he can take the answer on its own. ]
Would have to kill you if you regretted killin' something like that.
[ for some reason that catches him off, even though it's a sentiment evan's expressed more than once, and david lets out a small, quiet laugh. ]
If I didn't regret killin' you, there's no way I'd feel bad over the likes of him. Give me a little credit.
[ would anyone feel bad over killing ghost face? outside the instinct not to take a life, the way that fucks with your head, would anyone regret it? if you're going to kill someone, it might as well be that guy. ]
[ didn't regret killing him? good. even if it made him huddle up in a corner somewhere, regret shouldn't be a part of killing him, unless it's the regret of knowing what's coming next as a result.
but it's been a while since that was really an issue. ]
Do it again and he might even forget about you for a while.
[ unlikely, but he does tend to back off after at least a few brutal kills when evan does it. ]
Next time I see him in a trial's gonna be a fuckin' shitter.
[ david knows it, and he's ready for it, but he has no idea in what way it's going to suck. he sighs through his nose and pushes a hand through his hair, mentally preparing himself for a long slew of shit. ]
[ he thinks the entity should make an exception for this one guy. just let him stay dead, do everybody a favour. ]
[ anything can make a trial bad. evan knows. he's done it more times than he can remember. anybody who breaks in, who breaks the traps, who mocks him, who gets away - he makes sure they pay for it. they all do. and ghost faces like to hold a grudge.
with their wounds mostly cleaned up, or at least david's, and him having effectively cut off any other possibilities, evan turns back to the forge and opens the back grate to dump another shovelful of coal into it. the dim light of the room flickers. ]
Go back the other way. Otherwise he might be wakin' up.
[ don't give him an early chance for revenge, he means. ]
[ david hesitates, watching evan. feeling kind of hamstrung suddenly, but it's his own fault. well-- he'd argue it's evan's fault, but that's not going to do anything. he just really would've liked to fuck before he left but it's fine, he'll live. ]
[ after those moments, he clears his throat and nods, pushing away from the table to go. ]
Yeah-- Thanks.
[ thanks??? maybe he should've let ghost face kill him, jesus. ]
[ the thanks gets him another look, but evan opts not to dig into that, either. it's not the first time he's caught david off-guard somehow, and they've got enough vitriol between them that he's not all that interested in picking at the little things. they just killed the guy who does that. no need to pick up his habits. ]
He comes back, I'll save a piece for you.
[ because he will come back. whether he goes after evan or david first is up for debate. ]
[ that gets another laugh from david at least, a nod of acknowledgement as he heads out. normally ghost face isn't someone david really worries about, but he goes out away from the campfire a lot. more than most, he'd bet. and david's not terrible at spotting him in trials — not the best, but not bad either, at least by his own reckoning — but that's a semi-fixed environment. ]
[ seems like he's gonna be getting some practice in learning to spot that motherfucker out in the wild so he doesn't get a knife in the ribs. ]
[ anyway-- david sighs and heads out to go try and get the fuck out of here before ghost face wakes up from his forced naptime. what a fucking day. ]
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he puts away the bandages and looks down at his own foot, where the knife went straight through his boot. the foot'll heal, and the boot too, probably, but for the time being he's got that to put up with. ]
Good. Next time he sees you, maybe he'll know to shut his mouth.
[ the insults were aimed and sharp, even if they were a little off at the end. but pain'll do that to a man. ]
Or at least he'll know better than to let you get hold of him.
[ probably not. ]
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[ david doubts that very much on both counts. extra frustrating, because he'd always thought he was of little interest to ghost face, and now he's beat the shit out of him twice, killed him once. if that's not a way to make himself interesting, david doesn't know what else would do it. ]
[ that's a later problem though, nothing david can do about it right now. ]
[ he looks up from his hands, back at evan. a little hesitant to ask what he's about to because david doesn't really want to open himself up to any deeper discussions, but. ]
That's all you wanted to know?
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the careful question that follows makes evan look at him again, away from the cuts - attempted cuts, really - on his arms. ]
Yeah.
[ part curiosity, part real interest, part wondering - just a little - where survivors stand on outright murder when it's them doing it. circumstances can change the answer, but at the end of the day, he's always waiting for them to be hypocrites, and he's usually right.
but where he might have ground this in before, there's been enough time for him and david to deal with each other that he doesn't see the point. they've discussed this, angrily. and david was honest enough earlier - don't actually hate being around you that much - that he can take the answer on its own. ]
Would have to kill you if you regretted killin' something like that.
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If I didn't regret killin' you, there's no way I'd feel bad over the likes of him. Give me a little credit.
[ would anyone feel bad over killing ghost face? outside the instinct not to take a life, the way that fucks with your head, would anyone regret it? if you're going to kill someone, it might as well be that guy. ]
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[ didn't regret killing him? good. even if it made him huddle up in a corner somewhere, regret shouldn't be a part of killing him, unless it's the regret of knowing what's coming next as a result.
but it's been a while since that was really an issue. ]
Do it again and he might even forget about you for a while.
[ unlikely, but he does tend to back off after at least a few brutal kills when evan does it. ]
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[ david knows it, and he's ready for it, but he has no idea in what way it's going to suck. he sighs through his nose and pushes a hand through his hair, mentally preparing himself for a long slew of shit. ]
[ he thinks the entity should make an exception for this one guy. just let him stay dead, do everybody a favour. ]
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[ anything can make a trial bad. evan knows. he's done it more times than he can remember. anybody who breaks in, who breaks the traps, who mocks him, who gets away - he makes sure they pay for it. they all do. and ghost faces like to hold a grudge.
with their wounds mostly cleaned up, or at least david's, and him having effectively cut off any other possibilities, evan turns back to the forge and opens the back grate to dump another shovelful of coal into it. the dim light of the room flickers. ]
Go back the other way. Otherwise he might be wakin' up.
[ don't give him an early chance for revenge, he means. ]
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[ david hesitates, watching evan. feeling kind of hamstrung suddenly, but it's his own fault. well-- he'd argue it's evan's fault, but that's not going to do anything. he just really would've liked to fuck before he left but it's fine, he'll live. ]
[ after those moments, he clears his throat and nods, pushing away from the table to go. ]
Yeah-- Thanks.
[ thanks??? maybe he should've let ghost face kill him, jesus. ]
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He comes back, I'll save a piece for you.
[ because he will come back. whether he goes after evan or david first is up for debate. ]
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[ seems like he's gonna be getting some practice in learning to spot that motherfucker out in the wild so he doesn't get a knife in the ribs. ]
[ anyway-- david sighs and heads out to go try and get the fuck out of here before ghost face wakes up from his forced naptime. what a fucking day. ]