Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26414442-20150506015955/@comment-25936606-20150512120459

When did we become the bad guys? Tim wondered to himself as things continued to escalate.

Yes, it was true that no one deserved the fate they were given by Fate herself, and of course they all had some pretty terrible deaths, some worse than others, and many of them suffered their whole lives only to reach that permanent end. But he didn’t consider it fair to accuse him of such things as Jane did.

He wasn’t afraid of her when she yelled in his face, acting as if he did not, nor ever would, know any form of excruciating pain. One advantage he always had was that few people were heartless enough to physically harm a cripple, and though she was certainly one to be wary of, she didn’t seem bad enough to do such a thing at such petty a time. He just looked her right in the eyes with a steady expression close to something of a glare as she ranted and raved about the unfairness of her childhood. She finally released him, and he heard Pirouetted say something in relation to what she’d been through. But he was too distracted at the moment to question her, keeping himself under control as his emotions threatened to take over his logic.

Anger – or maybe a better word was fury – boiled inside him, threatening to come out as an action or words he would regret, one way or another. As if the only thing bad from his story was its ending; as if he hardly even suffered in the end; as if he didn’t care about the girl who would die with him; as if they had a choice. He thought of a million ways he could say everything he’d wanted to say in the past few minutes, but he knew he’d only make things worse, and so held himself back.

Instead of hurting the situation, he closed his eyes, breathed deeply, and recounted to himself, in short, summarizing sentences his own story, why he had to follow it, and why he couldn’t lose control like these two had. Pirouette left in the mean time, and he wanted to follow her, but he didn’t think they could do anything for each other at this point. It might be better for her if she was alone for a while.

By the time he was feeling more tired of this nonsense than cross about it, Airmid was recounting his own opinion in a better way than he currently could, and he he tried to remind himself how he had to forgive the Yankee and Jane. They had reason to be mad. They even had good reason to think so badly of him. But Airmid was right; they needed to stick together, at least be able to survive in the same room together. The question was, could a couple of hotheads like them stand to excuse him.