[Psii just laughed back, lips pulled back in a shit-eating fangy grin.]
What? I wath! I hated him a lot.
[There was a pause, and he found one of his hands rubbing softly at the side of his neck.]
But- y'know. I wath in a bad place. Everything could gargle on kniveth and nothing wath good. I wath alwayth fighting, alwayth trying to not die, and it wath at the point that I hardly knew why. Why wath my life any better than anyone elthe's?
Then you have thith tiny talkative prick come up and thtart going on and on about a better future and trollth getting along... It wath thuch an optimithtic ramble, it grated. I couldn't help hating him.
Every other troll attending that dumb meeting walked away at leatht partially convinced, but me, becauthe of courthe I'm a humongouth prick, I went right after him and got into an argument trying to tear hith whole idea to pieceth. At the end of it, I thtormed off and thwore that I would never come to one of hith dumb thuicidal peace talkth again. [A snort.] Tho of courthe I came the next night.
...He never really held it againtht me, the whole douthebaggery I got up to in the beginning. He alwayth wath happy to thee me, actually. Like, from the thecond we locked eyeth acroth the room, he wath happy.
Goddamn weirdo.
[But it's a condemnation said with such painful fondness, it might as well be a declawed purrbeast for all its bite. He loves Signless, he loves all of them even for all of Disciple's ridiculous cat puns and Dolorosa's rainbow drinking thing. Not even romantically for any quadrant, just painfully and utterly and completely.]
[It's what kept him with them even when he knew everything was doomed.]
is that towards the field guide or the story
What? I wath! I hated him a lot.
[There was a pause, and he found one of his hands rubbing softly at the side of his neck.]
But- y'know. I wath in a bad place. Everything could gargle on kniveth and nothing wath good. I wath alwayth fighting, alwayth trying to not die, and it wath at the point that I hardly knew why. Why wath my life any better than anyone elthe's?
Then you have thith tiny talkative prick come up and thtart going on and on about a better future and trollth getting along... It wath thuch an optimithtic ramble, it grated. I couldn't help hating him.
Every other troll attending that dumb meeting walked away at leatht partially convinced, but me, becauthe of courthe I'm a humongouth prick, I went right after him and got into an argument trying to tear hith whole idea to pieceth. At the end of it, I thtormed off and thwore that I would never come to one of hith dumb thuicidal peace talkth again. [A snort.] Tho of courthe I came the next night.
...He never really held it againtht me, the whole douthebaggery I got up to in the beginning. He alwayth wath happy to thee me, actually. Like, from the thecond we locked eyeth acroth the room, he wath happy.
Goddamn weirdo.
[But it's a condemnation said with such painful fondness, it might as well be a declawed purrbeast for all its bite. He loves Signless, he loves all of them even for all of Disciple's ridiculous cat puns and Dolorosa's rainbow drinking thing. Not even romantically for any quadrant, just painfully and utterly and completely.]
[It's what kept him with them even when he knew everything was doomed.]