[ Of course. Even here, Jugram just brushes him off. And Bazz had been stupid enough to think something in their status quo would change. And it isn’t like Bazz is just gonna leave. He doesn’t know if he can even bring himself to do it. The first familiar face he’s seen, and he’s supposed to just walk away?
Bazz had never walked away from him. It was Jugram that had left, who had abandoned him so long ago. Bazz had followed him, chasing him throughout the centuries. To just leave Jugram here is to betray every second he’d spent trying to get his friend back.
But… Jugram had killed him. Had made it clear throughout their mangled relationship that Bazz wasn’t wanted. It would be stupid of him to stay. Even if the thought of leaving makes him feel literally nauseous. ]
Fine. [ He can’t keep the resentment from seeping into his voice, walking the knife’s edge of turning into genuine hurt. ] I can see when I’m not wanted.
[ He’s angry, yes, but more than that he’s desperate. Desperate not to lose his only connection to his old world, desperate not to lose Jugram. He doesn’t want to be the one to walk away. ]
Will we see each other again? [ He’s already turning to leave, but he looks over his shoulder, the words almost plaintive. If Jugram says no, Bazz doesn’t think he can make himself walk back out that door. ]
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Bazz had never walked away from him. It was Jugram that had left, who had abandoned him so long ago. Bazz had followed him, chasing him throughout the centuries. To just leave Jugram here is to betray every second he’d spent trying to get his friend back.
But… Jugram had killed him. Had made it clear throughout their mangled relationship that Bazz wasn’t wanted. It would be stupid of him to stay. Even if the thought of leaving makes him feel literally nauseous. ]
Fine. [ He can’t keep the resentment from seeping into his voice, walking the knife’s edge of turning into genuine hurt. ] I can see when I’m not wanted.
[ He’s angry, yes, but more than that he’s desperate. Desperate not to lose his only connection to his old world, desperate not to lose Jugram. He doesn’t want to be the one to walk away. ]
Will we see each other again? [ He’s already turning to leave, but he looks over his shoulder, the words almost plaintive. If Jugram says no, Bazz doesn’t think he can make himself walk back out that door. ]