[Why can't you have a yo-yo, Wash? Just fucking flick a yo-yo, walk the dog or something because the knife thing is worrisome. It's fucking deadly and not cool and he wants you to stop. Now. But he knew that saying it would mean that it wouldn't happen, that it would keep getting flipped, that his training with it would commence sooner than he wanted.
Besides, he trusted Wash, right?
Right. And that made it marginally easier. So he listened, and he thought on it, and he finally shook his head.] Dude, I'm sorry, and that sucks. I can't shoot any of our assholes [really, the thought gave him chills, made him sick], so I don't know how you managed it.
But. [And he looked at Wash hard, aware.] She was your friend once.
Felix was never mine.
[The bitterness sharpened the edges of his tongue, made the words sting. What an idiot he had been.]
I mean, he was my friend, but I was never his. And maybe that's the difference between you and South D: you weren't an idiot for trusting her, not like I was. Because at one point, she was at least deserving of that fucking trust.
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Besides, he trusted Wash, right?
Right. And that made it marginally easier. So he listened, and he thought on it, and he finally shook his head.] Dude, I'm sorry, and that sucks. I can't shoot any of our assholes [really, the thought gave him chills, made him sick], so I don't know how you managed it.
But. [And he looked at Wash hard, aware.] She was your friend once.
Felix was never mine.
[The bitterness sharpened the edges of his tongue, made the words sting. What an idiot he had been.]
I mean, he was my friend, but I was never his. And maybe that's the difference between you and South D: you weren't an idiot for trusting her, not like I was. Because at one point, she was at least deserving of that fucking trust.