[it irks razlo beyond reckoning that wolfwood is so dismissive. chapel would have done anything for wolfwood. put him up on the highest pedestal, even above razlo, who practically worshipped his master. but no amount of dedication that razlo showed mattered, not when wolfwood was in the picture.
he can't stand that he doesn't have the words for it. for how much it hurts that chapel's hate for wolfwood was stronger than his love for razlo ever could have been. that the prodigal son always meant more to their master than his most devout.
not that he would ever let wolfwood hear if he could speak it.
razlo stills when he reaches wolfwood, presses his chest to the barrel of the gun in his own taunt.]
Shoot me, then, Punisher. [he spits the title like venom. just another aspect in which the eye and chapel both considered wolfwood somehow superior to razlo.] You won't.
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he can't stand that he doesn't have the words for it. for how much it hurts that chapel's hate for wolfwood was stronger than his love for razlo ever could have been. that the prodigal son always meant more to their master than his most devout.
not that he would ever let wolfwood hear if he could speak it.
razlo stills when he reaches wolfwood, presses his chest to the barrel of the gun in his own taunt.]
Shoot me, then, Punisher. [he spits the title like venom. just another aspect in which the eye and chapel both considered wolfwood somehow superior to razlo.] You won't.