[ That's the thing about masking. Gets easier to see it, the more you do it yourself. Ed can all but see it as Will slides his own mask into place and says what he's supposed to say: not that he enjoyed it, or if he did, not without purpose. Like there was a difference. ]
A lot of them deserve it, too.
[ Edward's not sure if that makes a difference to Will or not, but it's only fair to share the excuse he uses for himself. It works, most of the time. Except when it doesn't. Edward stares at the table, the still body, the silver blood Will meticulously hasn't touched, and it looks the same as red blood reflecting moonlight on a likewise still form. Ed's voice is foggy, as far away as his eyes. ]
No matter how rotten they are, though, or how clean the cuts you've made to spare them worse... It stays with you, doesn't it? The fear in their expression, the stillness of the air after it's done. The details fade, but the poison remains deep in your gut, festering away.
ugh thought i'd tagged this thread back already... sorry for the delay!
A lot of them deserve it, too.
[ Edward's not sure if that makes a difference to Will or not, but it's only fair to share the excuse he uses for himself. It works, most of the time. Except when it doesn't. Edward stares at the table, the still body, the silver blood Will meticulously hasn't touched, and it looks the same as red blood reflecting moonlight on a likewise still form. Ed's voice is foggy, as far away as his eyes. ]
No matter how rotten they are, though, or how clean the cuts you've made to spare them worse... It stays with you, doesn't it? The fear in their expression, the stillness of the air after it's done. The details fade, but the poison remains deep in your gut, festering away.