[it didn't take long - the sound of Question's voice drifting across the room was enough to stir him, and slowly he came up out of sleep, feeling heavy and odd, as though he'd slept longer than he should have. as he opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was the back of Question's couch ... which was strange. he'd heard that the castle put everyone who died back in their own rooms when they returned to life. he was pretty sure the Castle had done it out of spite, since he knew full well that Question was less than pleased with how things in the library had turned out. he wasn't about to apologize for it, though - confronting Joshua was something he'd known needed to be done. whatever was about to happen, he was pretty sure it wasn't going to end well, so he quietly resigned himself to it and rolled over so that he could sit up. it was only fair to let him have the first jab in things, after all]
[In all honesty, he didn't want a jab. He didn't want anything except to get this over and done with so he could move on. So it took him a long, long moment to formulate any kind of sentence that wasn't accusatory or cruel, but finally he found one. Simple, to the point, good enough. Levelling that sort of vague, blank, 'nothing-can-touch-me' look at him, he muttered, just loud enough: ]
Going to spend the day sitting around with legs folded and eyes closed instead? Not going to solve anything. Isn't like you can just move to some jungle or another city.
[yeah, he heard that, but he also isn't going to let you change your mind on this one. you wanted him gone, he's gone. trudges for the stairs, hands stuffed in his pockets]
[stops a few stairs down, hand on the banister. he's wondering if this is how Dan felt, walking away after the Keene Act got passed. he's wondering if Dan felt anything at all. but this is different. Daniel didn't die for a cause that --- wait.
wait, why DID he ---
someone did something wrong, and he went to stop it, he remembers that much. but he can't remember... so he's just going to stand there for a minute, frowning to himself]
[this is driving him nuts. after about five laps around how much of his train of thought he can piece together, he ... actually sits down on the stairs, running a hand through his hair with a low, simmering sigh]
[hears him, but doesn't look up. all things considered, he's too proud to say he can't remember. especially since it might come to him if he thinks about it long enough. maybe when you die, it just takes time for your memories to come back]
What are you doing? [Tumbles out before he can stop himself. Nnnnnnn, whyyyyyy. Where is Tot to smack him across the face when he needs him. Turns to go back inside. Clearly he can't be around you for very long. It breaks his resolve down way... WAY too fast]
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Get out.
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That's it. "Get out". ... Just going to sit there and be angry at me and keep it all to yourself? Doesn't make any sense. Not when I'm right here.
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I don't have anything to say to you. Get out.
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Not going to get out until you get it out.
[and you know how stubborn he is]
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I'm not going to say anything I haven't said before. If you think you're helping me, you're wrong.
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I'm not your project. I'm your partner. And I should've known that was a bad idea. [heads for the door]
Since you can't make up your mind about your name ... consider changing it to Pygmalion.
[and he's out, slamming the door behind him. HARD. there, is that what you wanted?]
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[Slowly gets up and goes to it, pushing it open and staring down the hall after him] You're wrong...!
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wait, why DID he ---
someone did something wrong, and he went to stop it, he remembers that much. but he can't remember... so he's just going to stand there for a minute, frowning to himself]
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[Lets go of the door... takes a couple steps forward... stops]
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