Dirk, on the flip side, is at his most functional now. Here, in the midst of pure physical and existential crisis, he's ultra-present, his mind hyper-clear, his body pumped and primed for action. The fact that Ranboo has completely checked out hasn't registered yet--the need for this step, and the myriad steps that come after, takes complete precedence, with his brain rapidly mapping out contingencies and plans for each possible complication as they walk. If she wakes back up again, if they get her body caught on something, if the unlocked door is breached by more of her kind--zombies of the brain, he thinks.
He's never carried a human corpse before. They're different from livestock--the range of mottion is different, the limbs attached by ball-and-socket joints with so much more freedom that it really does feel like transporting a warm, strangely tacky doll. The only thing close to it is lambs. Lambs are so soft and so pliable in death, especially very young ones. He's thinking about this--all of this--on the short trek to the bathroom. And he's talking. More or less without filter.
"When we get to the bathroom, I'm going to hang her over the side of the tub, so the blood can drain. I'm going to need you to hold her head. Otherwise it's going to be hard to cut it off. Maybe grab her by the hair, and put a hand on the side of her head to stabilise her neck so there's tension. I don't want to have to hack at the neck or take multiple swings or have her wiggling around. The faster and cleaner it is, the less of a mess it'll be. And from an ethical standpoint, it's basically the only conscionable way to do this. And it's going to be really nasty unless we get this right. Are you listening to me?"
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Date: 2024-07-31 11:46 am (UTC)He's never carried a human corpse before. They're different from livestock--the range of mottion is different, the limbs attached by ball-and-socket joints with so much more freedom that it really does feel like transporting a warm, strangely tacky doll. The only thing close to it is lambs. Lambs are so soft and so pliable in death, especially very young ones. He's thinking about this--all of this--on the short trek to the bathroom. And he's talking. More or less without filter.
"When we get to the bathroom, I'm going to hang her over the side of the tub, so the blood can drain. I'm going to need you to hold her head. Otherwise it's going to be hard to cut it off. Maybe grab her by the hair, and put a hand on the side of her head to stabilise her neck so there's tension. I don't want to have to hack at the neck or take multiple swings or have her wiggling around. The faster and cleaner it is, the less of a mess it'll be. And from an ethical standpoint, it's basically the only conscionable way to do this. And it's going to be really nasty unless we get this right. Are you listening to me?"