[ She pretends to stumble, and Gojyo jerks bolt upright as the cold water hits his bare skin. At least let him get his hair out of the way first, dammit! Now it's gonna be cold and dripping... a trickle runs down the middle of his back and he can't help but shudder. ]
Fuck. ...Tell me how you really feel, why don'tcha?
[ It's working, though, the water and the distraction both. He wipes the water out of his eyes, and tries to crane his neck around far enough to see if she's gotten all the blight off. He can't think about how Sharak knows Doku, can't think about how any of this makes sense, and can't think about Doku's motivations. But that's fine, because his motivations don't matter. Only his actions matter.
Anger doesn't cause blight. He'll just be angry, that's fine. ]
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Fuck. ...Tell me how you really feel, why don'tcha?
[ It's working, though, the water and the distraction both. He wipes the water out of his eyes, and tries to crane his neck around far enough to see if she's gotten all the blight off. He can't think about how Sharak knows Doku, can't think about how any of this makes sense, and can't think about Doku's motivations. But that's fine, because his motivations don't matter. Only his actions matter.
Anger doesn't cause blight. He'll just be angry, that's fine. ]
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