[Loud. He said it louder than he meant to, and the fingers gripping his arms tightened, nails digging into the skin. He should have just fought the soldiers instead. Asshole, Wash, you're an asshole. Especially the longer it went on, the longer Tucker watched those moves that weren't entirely his. He knew it, knew the unspoken implications, saw it in the motions and the ego hidden within, could feel the scratching at the surface--
At the end of the day, if I am stronger than you and I am faster than you, then I can kill you.
He shoved it down, shoved all of it down, but the boil of old betrayals started to roll again. The lies. The fucking smirk. His role in half his team being missing. The goddamn way he tried to wipe out a planet and made Tucker - for a few weeks at least - think that he had a friend, had someone who fucking understood what the hell he felt, what he was going through when everyone else was gone. Then came the old familiar shame at realizing that the fell for it, the anger aimed at himself as much as Felix.
Tucker took a step back, tried still to act like it wasn't a big deal, that this was nothing. It was a thin veil at best, transparent, easy to see the shit beneath.]
We never "had" him, Wash. He was a fucking lying traitor and he's dead now so let's just not waste breath talking about that fuckstick again.
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[Loud. He said it louder than he meant to, and the fingers gripping his arms tightened, nails digging into the skin. He should have just fought the soldiers instead.
Asshole, Wash, you're an asshole. Especially the longer it went on, the longer Tucker watched those moves that weren't entirely his. He knew it, knew the unspoken implications, saw it in the motions and the ego hidden within, could feel the scratching at the surface--
At the end of the day, if I am stronger than you and I am faster than you, then I can kill you.
He shoved it down, shoved all of it down, but the boil of old betrayals started to roll again. The lies. The fucking smirk. His role in half his team being missing. The goddamn way he tried to wipe out a planet and made Tucker - for a few weeks at least - think that he had a friend, had someone who fucking understood what the hell he felt, what he was going through when everyone else was gone. Then came the old familiar shame at realizing that the fell for it, the anger aimed at himself as much as Felix.
Tucker took a step back, tried still to act like it wasn't a big deal, that this was nothing. It was a thin veil at best, transparent, easy to see the shit beneath.]
We never "had" him, Wash. He was a fucking lying traitor and he's dead now so let's just not waste breath talking about that fuckstick again.
[Fucker is gone. I killed him. It's over!]
Why the fuck are you doing this?