❀ 027; video [kiiind of graphic?]
[Dist is sitting in a hospital bed with the communicator directly in front of him, his body still thin and weak, looking strangely bare and pathetic in a hospital gown with no makeup and no pink petals framing his face. He's visibly shaking; he's gripping something with his right hand, and with his left, he holds the communicator's begin-record button down much longer than necessary, mumbling something to himself.]
If you needed my help-- Of course you need it, I'm better than all of you, better than him, than all of you, and I won't keep being rejected. I'm better, I won't.
[He finally takes his finger off the button and sits back, tilting his head to the side with a grin.]
You don't think I can do it without you, do you, Jade? That I'm not good enough? I never was good enough for you, was I? Even though I was the one who stuck by your side all those years, I was the one who turned your theories into reality, I was the one who loved you so, so much, and I wasn't good enough?
I wasn't good enough for her either, that's why she's gone, because we weren't good enough. Because you gave up, but I'm not going to now, no, I'm going to find it out for myself, firsthand, like you never had the courage to do. Always running away.
And when you come back, you're going to watch this, Jade, and you're going to see that you've always been the inferior one even when you were so amazing and so wonderful and so perfect but you're NOT because I'm the one who has always been willing to do whatever it takes to find her.
And you'll be the one who's alone in the end.
[A sick smile spreads across his face and he raises his right hand, the previously unseen scalpel he's been holding suddenly glinting in the light -- he works at this hospital, after all, he knows how to get hold of these things --
And in a single quick motion, he slits his own throat, a few spatters of the blood landing on the lens of the camera.
It doesn't take him much more than a minute to die.]
If you needed my help-- Of course you need it, I'm better than all of you, better than him, than all of you, and I won't keep being rejected. I'm better, I won't.
[He finally takes his finger off the button and sits back, tilting his head to the side with a grin.]
You don't think I can do it without you, do you, Jade? That I'm not good enough? I never was good enough for you, was I? Even though I was the one who stuck by your side all those years, I was the one who turned your theories into reality, I was the one who loved you so, so much, and I wasn't good enough?
I wasn't good enough for her either, that's why she's gone, because we weren't good enough. Because you gave up, but I'm not going to now, no, I'm going to find it out for myself, firsthand, like you never had the courage to do. Always running away.
And when you come back, you're going to watch this, Jade, and you're going to see that you've always been the inferior one even when you were so amazing and so wonderful and so perfect but you're NOT because I'm the one who has always been willing to do whatever it takes to find her.
And you'll be the one who's alone in the end.
[A sick smile spreads across his face and he raises his right hand, the previously unseen scalpel he's been holding suddenly glinting in the light -- he works at this hospital, after all, he knows how to get hold of these things --
And in a single quick motion, he slits his own throat, a few spatters of the blood landing on the lens of the camera.
It doesn't take him much more than a minute to die.]