It feels like it was a lifetime ago now. Ranboo, beaten half to death, sprawled on Dirk's floor as the latter carefully cut away the mask-- let them feel fresh air on the face for the first time in... they don't know how long. How that felt-- freedom. For a single soaring moment, they felt free.
And then reality came crashing down around them.
Even so, that moment of recollection, of perspective does quiet Ranboo down finally-- their gaze drops thoughtfully, some of the anger fading from their face, instead replaced with something more thoughtful, almost sad.
"... yeah," they finally say, their voice softened now at its edges, lacking the wounded, angry edge from before. "Yeah. Okay."
It isn't a sarcastic response in the least. It's easy to feel like this must be hell... but the reminder of what they were running away from, of what came before is grounding. This might be hell for a regular person, but... for Ranboo, it's still, comparatively, freedom.
The sick pit of anger and disappointment still lingers, the pain of Dirk's betrayal of their trust... but at least they aren't trapped inside of the mall any longer. At least there's that.
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Date: 2025-01-13 10:04 pm (UTC)It feels like it was a lifetime ago now. Ranboo, beaten half to death, sprawled on Dirk's floor as the latter carefully cut away the mask-- let them feel fresh air on the face for the first time in... they don't know how long. How that felt-- freedom. For a single soaring moment, they felt free.
And then reality came crashing down around them.
Even so, that moment of recollection, of perspective does quiet Ranboo down finally-- their gaze drops thoughtfully, some of the anger fading from their face, instead replaced with something more thoughtful, almost sad.
"... yeah," they finally say, their voice softened now at its edges, lacking the wounded, angry edge from before. "Yeah. Okay."
It isn't a sarcastic response in the least. It's easy to feel like this must be hell... but the reminder of what they were running away from, of what came before is grounding. This might be hell for a regular person, but... for Ranboo, it's still, comparatively, freedom.
The sick pit of anger and disappointment still lingers, the pain of Dirk's betrayal of their trust... but at least they aren't trapped inside of the mall any longer. At least there's that.