Ranboo is quiet, other than their strained, painful breathing, rasping at the edges still with a touch of a wheeze. He feels hollow, as if he's cried out everything inside of him and is now left empty.
Dirk's presence, however, brings flutterings of thought back into his otherwise empty head.
Ranboo thinks they might hate him.
Dirk took advantage of them. Dirk gave them their first place of supposed safety, and then took it away all at once, with one selfish, violent act. And now, Dirk won't even let them die, instead forcing them to survive, to endure and it's all so unnecessary. It's not like someone is looking for them, or like they have anyone left to go looking for. What kind of life exists for them out here now? What could Dirk possibly have planned for them once they're healthy again?
Well. They have a fair idea of at least one use he has for them, and the concept of it, of being kept alive just to be used for that, makes their stomach turn. That can't... be it. Right? Would Dirk go to all this trouble to keep them alive just to use as a toy to play with? It could simply be an issue of control-- something that Dirk definitely struggles with.
"... what do you... want from me?"
His voice is weak, but stronger than before now, the thoughts behind the words more steady and coherent than they've been in days.
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Date: 2024-12-16 11:33 am (UTC)Dirk's presence, however, brings flutterings of thought back into his otherwise empty head.
Ranboo thinks they might hate him.
Dirk took advantage of them. Dirk gave them their first place of supposed safety, and then took it away all at once, with one selfish, violent act. And now, Dirk won't even let them die, instead forcing them to survive, to endure and it's all so unnecessary. It's not like someone is looking for them, or like they have anyone left to go looking for. What kind of life exists for them out here now? What could Dirk possibly have planned for them once they're healthy again?
Well. They have a fair idea of at least one use he has for them, and the concept of it, of being kept alive just to be used for that, makes their stomach turn. That can't... be it. Right? Would Dirk go to all this trouble to keep them alive just to use as a toy to play with? It could simply be an issue of control-- something that Dirk definitely struggles with.
"... what do you... want from me?"
His voice is weak, but stronger than before now, the thoughts behind the words more steady and coherent than they've been in days.