[ They can’t die. They can’t die. Bazz’s first thought is that he really should just kill Jugram anyways. He can show Jugram what it feels like to be murdered by someone he cares about. And if he’s feeling particularly vindictive then he’ll do it again. It should make killing Jugram easier, knowing that it’s not permanent. He should draw his bow, spear Jugram through, get his revenge. But— there’s no point. It wouldn’t do anything, wouldn’t make Bazz feel better, especially if Jugram would just come back. Because then he would have to live with the fact that he killed him, and Bazz doesn’t think he could do that.
Bazz decides then and there not to kill Jugram, and yet. There’s a part of him screaming to rip out his throat, to make him hurt, to make him feel like Bazz did. He clenches his fists tight enough to hurt, because what the fuck. He just decided not to fight, and yet he’s two seconds away from lunging. It’s like being in the middle of a battle, filled with so much adrenaline that he’s not in control of himself, body reacting before his mind even thinks about it. It’s disorienting and just makes him more mad. ]
So fighting doesn’t do anything? What, are we just supposed to hold hands and sing Kumbaya?
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Bazz decides then and there not to kill Jugram, and yet. There’s a part of him screaming to rip out his throat, to make him hurt, to make him feel like Bazz did. He clenches his fists tight enough to hurt, because what the fuck. He just decided not to fight, and yet he’s two seconds away from lunging. It’s like being in the middle of a battle, filled with so much adrenaline that he’s not in control of himself, body reacting before his mind even thinks about it. It’s disorienting and just makes him more mad. ]
So fighting doesn’t do anything? What, are we just supposed to hold hands and sing Kumbaya?