she had to remember that he was probably just trying to push her buttons, but the problem was– it was working. he also seemed to be letting his own temper get to him like before, but she wasn’t about to let herself be subjected to the same treatment as before. not again. she wasn’t going to cry, though, she was still going to stand her ground and keep her nails digging into her palms as she made a solid attempt to control her breathing.
“you were sent back for a reason. whatever you had to do to get out isn’t my problem.”
‘you don’t even care’
———- well, that hit a nerve.
“don’t. do not even GO THERE. the only thing i deemed not worth it anymore was the shitty way i was treated in the end. how you couldn’t control your own fucking temper and slammed me against walls with all the other toxic parts of everything. i did what i had to in order to PROTECT myself. you HAD a choice! you always had a choice in how you acted, and you know that!”
it wasn’t her problem. it never was her problem. that was what separated him from everyone else. no one cared – the people that did he pushed away or they just stopped caring. not that it mattered anyways, he was better off alone, and away from everyone.
“the only choice i see is the one you made.” at one point in time he would have wanted an actual life away from everything, but not anymore. someone like him didn’t get to have a decent ending. even if he fought for it.
“the only reason i wasn’t put on the rack was due to the fact of my father.” then again, it was also what he had done to make a name for himself. not that it mattered now, he wasn’t going back, and doubted that next time even dropping a few names would get him out of there intact.
“i’m not going back. not now, not a year from now, and not ten years from now.” if he went back, it would be on his own terms to possibly visit faust, or someone else he knew down there, but not by being sent back. he wasn’t like the rest of the slime down there. he was better than them.
Hellfirebound 