well - by the time this memory's over strohl's like already halfway up out of his chair like he might try to protect rupert from his own fucking brain, from something that already happened to him at one of these damned places before.
and it's so - it's so like rupert, to say that. tell them i'm sorry, in his last moments. the sharp gasp of an inhale he took in at the beginning finally catches, and he breathes out, shaky, harsh. ]
... The second time....?
[ the second game, he manages - shakily, angrily, all at once, and trying to respond to this like a normal person instead of wanting to kick memory's ass. ]
[ PLEASE!!!!! he says this like vaguely huffy as he plops back down finally, trying to shake the mental image of rupert getting his head bashed in. there's a moment where he takes stock, trying to make sure he's okay, and now actually pushing that handkerchief into his remaining hand. jeez. ]
[he's maybe a little bit unnaturally still, and he takes the handkerchief with a grateful nod even if he doesn't do anything with it quite yet. muttered:]
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[but he gives a little nod, letting it go for now.]
I know that it's probably hard to stop feeling that way, but... I hope you'll at least think about it.
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[ so. yeah. he'll think about it. he will try, at the very least - he squeezes the hand in his. ]
Thank you. Genuinely.
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[oops memory time]
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well - by the time this memory's over strohl's like already halfway up out of his chair like he might try to protect rupert from his own fucking brain, from something that already happened to him at one of these damned places before.
and it's so - it's so like rupert, to say that. tell them i'm sorry, in his last moments. the sharp gasp of an inhale he took in at the beginning finally catches, and he breathes out, shaky, harsh. ]
... The second time....?
[ the second game, he manages - shakily, angrily, all at once, and trying to respond to this like a normal person instead of wanting to kick memory's ass. ]
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[quietly, as he brings the heel of his palm up to rub at his eyes for a second.]
Worse than how I died in the first round... Sorry you had to see that.
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[ PLEASE!!!!! he says this like vaguely huffy as he plops back down finally, trying to shake the mental image of rupert getting his head bashed in. there's a moment where he takes stock, trying to make sure he's okay, and now actually pushing that handkerchief into his remaining hand. jeez. ]
Bloody hell.
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...Thanks. [...] I don't really know what to say.