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no no no no no
Dave wasn’t a coolkid anymore, because coolkids don’t fucking cry, and what was he doing right now? Crying like some goddamned baby that just crawled from a meteor or something.
His skin felt colder than before, he felt like ice. His vision was clouding, like he was seeing everything through a filter behind his shades.
He just wanted to fix everything.
He never wanted to hurt them.
He was such a goddamned fuck-up.
“Dave? Dave, are you listening?” Her voice was worried now, no longer sounding all that angry.
He could see her in little details, her sleeve, her hands, the gun - it was like he could only focus on one thing at a time. She was coming closer, so he stepped back.
“Yeah, all ears. All cool over here, Harley. Can’t let you get too close. Can’t handle all my Strider swag.”
He shifted his gaze around until he could see her face, see her expression. Shit. It didn’t look like she was buying it.
“Dave...”
He hurt his best friend and he hurt his sister and he really didn’t want to hurt Jade next, didn’t want to--
how can someone fuck up so badly seriously what the fuck is wrong with you strider FUCK WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU
Everything was far too cold, far too dark, his vision was only getting cloudier and his thoughts were numb and he couldn’t tell if it was he who was screaming or not.
Everything felt fast and slow and wrong.
hahaHAHAHA LOOKS LIKE ITS ANOTHER DOOMED FUCKING TIME LINE GOOD JOB STRIDER GOOD JOB