[He can't hear anything other than the thud thud thud of his blood in his ears, the beat of war drums tapped out on the crack of clubs against skulls. There's no response.]
[He's sitting in a rainbow pool of blood, drenched in all the bright sticky miracles that used to be his friends. He doesn't react to her entering the room; there's no one there, not after he killed them all with his own hands just like everyone said he would, and the only thing in world worse than being completely alone is knowing that it's all his fault.]
she freezes in front of Gamzee's bedroom door, though, going completely still.]
...
[she doesn't know if she should try or not, but she winds up knocking anyway.]
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