So, Zuko had this little werewolf problem.
It got bigger over the weekend, but now that the moon has passed, the prince now seems to be alright. After all, he had a reasonably good time over the weekend, even if it was mostly furry, and adjusted well enough to the state. It wasn't like the last time
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Now if only he could figure out how to say what he's come to say.
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"Whatever you've got to say, spit it out. You're in my light."
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"Just letting you know that you can stop worrying about me killing your girlfriend." Not his friend anymore. Just this guy's girlfriend. "Hollow's gone now, not that you'll believe me, and not that I give a shit what you believe anyways. Me and your girlfriend decided it was best we stop being friends from now on despite that. Just saying so I can be done with the whole mess. You, her, all of that. So you don't need to care anymore, and we can go back to not knowing each other."
Better that way, maybe?
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He gestures with one hand, and then says, "And now you stand, makign this childish display of bowing out? Like you chose this? Please-- you're not a man or a monster; you're a squalling infant. Come back when you've grown up, and maybe I'll give half a damn about anything you've got to say."
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"Not forgiven. Not welcomed. And I don't plan on coming back. That's why I'm here. So I don't have to. You're right about some things, Zuko, but I doubt you'll ever give a damn about anything I have to say. So...well, goodbye."
With a shrug, he puts his hands in his pockets and walks back to his own table. Glad it's over with. Because all he reminds him of is all that pain and suffering and lying. And Steph. Things he'd like to forget.
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