[ Hakkai's so sick he nearly falls out of his chair... or at least, that's Gojyo's initial thought. But then he says the b-word, and god, he really sounds worried. Almost like he isn't to blame for the blight being there.
Gojyo's hand slaps quickly against the back of his neck, and sure enough, his fingertips come back purple. Dammit. He balls his hand into a fist to stop himself from accidentally spreading the blight any further, and shakes that closed fist in Hakkai's direction. ]
I fucking knew this would happen! I knew it! Why'd you have to go and tell me about my past, huh? [ It's probably not bad -- only his fingertips are stained, and not his whole palm -- so he can probably make it back to Sharak's temple. And man, is she gonna get an earful about her asshole friend when he gets there. ] I don't want to know this shit! I was a bad person!
[ He waves his unblighted hand in Asshole's direction. ] I was the kind of asshole who named this poor guy Asshole! [ And he slaps and unblighted hand against his own chest, the fury and frustration pouring out of him. ] I've got scars from bein' stabbed and bit and fucking shot, okay, I know what kind of a person I used to be! And I don't want to be him anymore! He's fucking dead, and good riddance!
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Gojyo's hand slaps quickly against the back of his neck, and sure enough, his fingertips come back purple. Dammit. He balls his hand into a fist to stop himself from accidentally spreading the blight any further, and shakes that closed fist in Hakkai's direction. ]
I fucking knew this would happen! I knew it! Why'd you have to go and tell me about my past, huh? [ It's probably not bad -- only his fingertips are stained, and not his whole palm -- so he can probably make it back to Sharak's temple. And man, is she gonna get an earful about her asshole friend when he gets there. ] I don't want to know this shit! I was a bad person!
[ He waves his unblighted hand in Asshole's direction. ] I was the kind of asshole who named this poor guy Asshole! [ And he slaps and unblighted hand against his own chest, the fury and frustration pouring out of him. ] I've got scars from bein' stabbed and bit and fucking shot, okay, I know what kind of a person I used to be! And I don't want to be him anymore! He's fucking dead, and good riddance!
[ That may have been building for some time. ]