[ fuck you for being right!!! fuck you!!! fuck you!!!!!!
Vezda hates this. He hates that he fucked up so bad last week, and he hates that he's wallowing about it like a dumb ineffective baby in front of everybody, making a fool out of himself. Isn't this what he does, push past his mistakes and make up for them by doing better next time?
(This is always what gets him--sure, he believes in actions speaking louder than words, in fixing his mistakes rather than apologizing--but no action can bring the dead back to life. That fuckup will always weigh on him, no matter how he tries to atone for it.)
He wants to punch something, but that would just make this even more of a tantrum, wouldn't it? So he clenches his fists at his sides and pretends it's enough. ]
Trust me, I know, and I'm not letting them get away, and I'm not letting a mistake like this happen again.
But I can't just let this go.
[ 'This' not being Mob's usage of the rock. It was never really about that anyway. ]
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Vezda hates this. He hates that he fucked up so bad last week, and he hates that he's wallowing about it like a dumb ineffective baby in front of everybody, making a fool out of himself. Isn't this what he does, push past his mistakes and make up for them by doing better next time?
(This is always what gets him--sure, he believes in actions speaking louder than words, in fixing his mistakes rather than apologizing--but no action can bring the dead back to life. That fuckup will always weigh on him, no matter how he tries to atone for it.)
He wants to punch something, but that would just make this even more of a tantrum, wouldn't it? So he clenches his fists at his sides and pretends it's enough. ]
Trust me, I know, and I'm not letting them get away, and I'm not letting a mistake like this happen again.
But I can't just let this go.
[ 'This' not being Mob's usage of the rock. It was never really about that anyway. ]