"I am, I am-- Dirk..." Dirk had better be glad they don't have the energy left to cry anymore, or the water left in their body, but their chest does heave with what would be a sob, their stinging, swelling eyes squeezing shut.
"Y-you don't... know wh-what I'm ready for. You don't..."
Dirk has made that much very clear through his actions, ignoring every signal no matter how direct of what they want or don't want. Even now he actively demonstrates that he has no idea what they want, what they're ready to do. They want to die. They're more than ready for it. It's only because of Dirk's intervention and the mask that they haven't died already.
I did that for you.
Ranboo makes a sound somewhere between a sob and a scoff, half-shaking their head weakly.
"You... that wasn't..." Was it, though? Dirk did try to turn her away and she refused, but he could've simply slammed the door in her face, couldn't he? He could've-- Ranboo isn't sure. Their feelings pile up and conflict, their brain still bogged down as if each thought is being dragged through a thick jelly.
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"Y-you don't... know wh-what I'm ready for. You don't..."
Dirk has made that much very clear through his actions, ignoring every signal no matter how direct of what they want or don't want. Even now he actively demonstrates that he has no idea what they want, what they're ready to do. They want to die. They're more than ready for it. It's only because of Dirk's intervention and the mask that they haven't died already.
I did that for you.
Ranboo makes a sound somewhere between a sob and a scoff, half-shaking their head weakly.
"You... that wasn't..." Was it, though? Dirk did try to turn her away and she refused, but he could've simply slammed the door in her face, couldn't he? He could've-- Ranboo isn't sure. Their feelings pile up and conflict, their brain still bogged down as if each thought is being dragged through a thick jelly.