Ranboo is right, of course. About Dirk, and about this woman. It has not occurred to Dirk even once to let her live, not since about twenty seconds into answering the door. The instant he moved to kill her, the window for any other thought about her closed. She was simply dead, or about to be dead--as a person, she only ever existed to be deceived and misdirected or dissuaded, so her death is simply the inevitable extension of that.
And he has felt nothing resembling a moment of hesitation or doubt.
Other than the unexpected twist of of her reawakening, the only shock he's felt at all is at how easy it really is. Killing a human being. It's weirdly anticlimactic. Even kind of a let-down. And yet exactly like he thought it would be.
He doesn't know what to do with this knowledge yet, hasn't unpacked how he's going to proceed with it.
But he's about to test it again, and maybe that's what's adding anxiety to this next step. Or maybe it's the lack of immediacy. Now it's premeditated, and the potential for complications feels larger.
Or maybe it's Ranboo.
"I literally just..." He takes a breath, and he inhales the smells of blood and shampoo and soap and water and a marked lack of livestock, animal smell. Okay. It's frustrating, but Ranboo is crumbling. Fast. He can't blow up about this or it's going to turn into another fight. He's got to suck it up for now. He's got to hurry.
"Just... hold her head up. Maybe pull her hair forward so I can get a clear strike, but keep your hands and arms out of the sword's path. Think you can do that for me?"
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Date: 2024-08-03 07:42 am (UTC)And he has felt nothing resembling a moment of hesitation or doubt.
Other than the unexpected twist of of her reawakening, the only shock he's felt at all is at how easy it really is. Killing a human being. It's weirdly anticlimactic. Even kind of a let-down. And yet exactly like he thought it would be.
He doesn't know what to do with this knowledge yet, hasn't unpacked how he's going to proceed with it.
But he's about to test it again, and maybe that's what's adding anxiety to this next step. Or maybe it's the lack of immediacy. Now it's premeditated, and the potential for complications feels larger.
Or maybe it's Ranboo.
"I literally just..." He takes a breath, and he inhales the smells of blood and shampoo and soap and water and a marked lack of livestock, animal smell. Okay. It's frustrating, but Ranboo is crumbling. Fast. He can't blow up about this or it's going to turn into another fight. He's got to suck it up for now. He's got to hurry.
"Just... hold her head up. Maybe pull her hair forward so I can get a clear strike, but keep your hands and arms out of the sword's path. Think you can do that for me?"