Ugh, he should... chase after him or something. Say something nice. The thing is, he doesn't know how to be nice. He's never been nice, he's not that, (what would Lena tell him right now? go say sorry? do something??) he doesn't know how to be that. And as far as Flamebringer knows, he shouldn't care, so why does it matter if Ezell fucks off?
Why does he give a fuck?
There's not really time for self-reflection. Flamebringer is scrambling to his feet as Ezell storms away, chasing him before he can stop himself, trying to walk in front of him so that he stops.
Fuck, what was his name? His real name, not the stupid codename. Fuck, wasn't it like—]
Ezell, wait. Just— give me a fucking minute, would you? I don't... [Broad gesturing with his palm flat and just aiming at nothing in particular,] I don't know what you want me to say. You want me to be honest, but you're storming off when I am. You don't want me to be dishonest, so I'm trying not to be. I don't know a damn thing about how to talk to people, that's what happens when you grow up how I did. You don't talk on the battlefield, you let your blade do all of it.
What do you want from me? Do you want me to fuck off? Do you want me to be honest? Should I lie and tell you shit will be fine?
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Ugh, he should... chase after him or something. Say something nice. The thing is, he doesn't know how to be nice. He's never been nice, he's not that, (what would Lena tell him right now? go say sorry? do something??) he doesn't know how to be that. And as far as Flamebringer knows, he shouldn't care, so why does it matter if Ezell fucks off?
Why does he give a fuck?
There's not really time for self-reflection. Flamebringer is scrambling to his feet as Ezell storms away, chasing him before he can stop himself, trying to walk in front of him so that he stops.
Fuck, what was his name? His real name, not the stupid codename. Fuck, wasn't it like—]
Ezell, wait. Just— give me a fucking minute, would you? I don't... [Broad gesturing with his palm flat and just aiming at nothing in particular,] I don't know what you want me to say. You want me to be honest, but you're storming off when I am. You don't want me to be dishonest, so I'm trying not to be. I don't know a damn thing about how to talk to people, that's what happens when you grow up how I did. You don't talk on the battlefield, you let your blade do all of it.
What do you want from me? Do you want me to fuck off? Do you want me to be honest? Should I lie and tell you shit will be fine?