[lots to think about. including ruby rose and vomit boy working together to commit grand theft auto? and this is the girl who's afraid to say ass?? unbelievable. their little sister is a gremlin. but she has the good graces to keep those thoughts inside while yang continues the story, and when she gets to the part where trouble started, em is pretty sure she knows how it went. even without having the memory.]
Let me guess. He ambushed her at the comms tower while she was alone because he's too chickenshit to try any of his creepy abusive garbage without separating the two of you.
[she hasn't yet noticed how quick this drive is, so lost she is inside her own memories of how horrible a person adam taurus was. and how happy she is for her sister that she was able to remove him from blake's life. and the healing warmth of the sun makes someone else new.]
Got it in one, [ she answers grimly. ] He'd stalked her from Haven and all the across Anima waiting for a chance to get her alone. It was the perfect opportunity. He wanted to....
[ the rest of the sentence dies on her tongue, floods with with the iron taste of ashes and the distant echoes of anger. she grips the steering wheel so tight the metal of her prosthetic creaks, takes a deep calming breath. the past is the past, and he's so far behind them that he doesn't even show up in the rear view mirror anymore.
she flexes her grip one last time, relishing the grounding, comforting feeling of leather underneath her left hand. ] Gods. What a fucking asshole.
Anyway. Something in my gut said that something was wrong. Heh, guess my dyke senses were tingling, [ she chuckles. look, she's been getting into earth comics again. ] And when Ruby and the others called to ask why communications were still up, I knew it. I tore through the woods on Bee just kinda...following my instincts. [ it's a terrible explanation when said out loud, but it's the only one yang has. luck, destiny, love--call it what you like. all she knows is that she'd known exactly where to go exactly when blake had needed her. that was enough for her. ]
I ended up coming up on these cliffs where I could see them below me underneath a waterfall. Blake was on one side and he was on the other probably giving some bad speech about who freakin' cares. And I didn't even think, [ yang does stop to think and parse the nonexistent traffic before turning into the parking lot and pulling into a spot close to the entrance of the diner, ] just angled my bike to make sure I'd get him and drove right off.
[ the truck cuts off with an exhausted shudder and she fully turns toward emerald, grin wide. ] Let me tell you, nothing beats the view of that jerk getting slammed with a motorcycle at high speeds.
[dyke senses. that gets a snort of laughter from her, which is sorely needed after the joint realization of what exactly it was that adam wanted to do to blake. emerald is enthralled by the story, listening along and admiring, however quietly, yang's decision to charge headfirst without thinking because she knew it was the right thing to do.]
[then she gets to the part with the impact and em is pretty sure she can hear the sound of all his bones exploding as yang describes the impact. and she's grinning openly, almost vindictively, right back at her sister.]
Gods, I really hope that killed him. Or at least shattered every bone in his body. [a moment's pause as she pretends to think of a biting remark that's already mostly formed on the back of her tongue.] You know, since you can only have aura if you have a soul. [she unbuckles her belt but she's letting yang dictate the pace of things here; it might not be in the best taste to talk about motorsniping someone around other people, after all.]
So how did you end up getting rid of him for good?
[ yang snorts and shakes her head, unbuckling her seatbelt and opening the door, dangling one leg out of the cab. the remaining glitchy townspeople likely wouldn't give them a second glance if they discussed committing attempted vehicular manslaughter against The Worst Person on Remnant. thanks for that, end of the world. ] I really wish Bee managed to do both, but no. He was winded, at best, and super pissed.
[ to put it mildly. yang stares into the middle distance, shoulders slumping when emerald asks the big question. she...didn't like talking about this. for obvious reasons. ]
Stabbed him. Me and Blake, [ she clarifies. ] He'd broken Gambol Shroud in half and noticed too late that it gave both of us a weapon. He walked to the edge of the cliff, fell over. I think he hit the rocks before hitting the water. And then it was over.
[ yang lapses into a long silence, absently picking at a loose string poking out of her sleeve with her right hand. emerald doesn't need to know the rest. she likely saw it back in january and if she can't remember, yang won't say. that part is for her and blake alone. ]
...even if he was a bastard, I didn't want to kill him. He had every right to be mad that the world hurt him. He really did. [ she loops the string tighter and tighter around her finger. ] But then he took it out on people who couldn't fight back. He became.... He was a monster. And if we hadn't defended ourselves, he would have moved on to hurt everyone who so much as spoke to Blake.
[ i will make it my mission to destroy everything you love. and yang knows the power of a promise spoken from the heart.
the string snaps and yang twirls it in her fingers. ]
[the silence is less overwhelming than emerald had expected. there's no doubt that this was going to be a heavy conversation, and it's possible she could have led into it a little better, but. whatever. it's out there, it's happened. and she's... encouraged, which is a terrible thing to feel, but. she's encouraged that yang can have complicated emotions like this, too. even about things that seem like they should be easy. even when the way you're supposed to feel is written in stone and soot and blood.]
[her eyes are unfocused, and when she speaks next she's as understanding as she can be. but beyond that, she's curious.]
So that's a normal thing to feel? [she can only dance around it so much, but maybe she can avoid yang picking up on it enough to get through the conversation.] Even if everyone else would probably agree with what you did—I mean, hell, here I am thinking it was the only right way to get rid of him. But it's normal to still be... I don't know. Conflicted about it? Even when the answer seems so obvious?
[she doesn't know if she wants to dance around this point quite as much. but that's something to save for their meal.]
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Let me guess. He ambushed her at the comms tower while she was alone because he's too chickenshit to try any of his creepy abusive garbage without separating the two of you.
[she hasn't yet noticed how quick this drive is, so lost she is inside her own memories of how horrible a person adam taurus was. and how happy she is for her sister that she was able to remove him from blake's life. and the healing warmth of the sun makes someone else new.]
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[ the rest of the sentence dies on her tongue, floods with with the iron taste of ashes and the distant echoes of anger. she grips the steering wheel so tight the metal of her prosthetic creaks, takes a deep calming breath. the past is the past, and he's so far behind them that he doesn't even show up in the rear view mirror anymore.
she flexes her grip one last time, relishing the grounding, comforting feeling of leather underneath her left hand. ] Gods. What a fucking asshole.
Anyway. Something in my gut said that something was wrong. Heh, guess my dyke senses were tingling, [ she chuckles. look, she's been getting into earth comics again. ] And when Ruby and the others called to ask why communications were still up, I knew it. I tore through the woods on Bee just kinda...following my instincts. [ it's a terrible explanation when said out loud, but it's the only one yang has. luck, destiny, love--call it what you like. all she knows is that she'd known exactly where to go exactly when blake had needed her. that was enough for her. ]
I ended up coming up on these cliffs where I could see them below me underneath a waterfall. Blake was on one side and he was on the other probably giving some bad speech about who freakin' cares. And I didn't even think, [ yang does stop to think and parse the nonexistent traffic before turning into the parking lot and pulling into a spot close to the entrance of the diner, ] just angled my bike to make sure I'd get him and drove right off.
[ the truck cuts off with an exhausted shudder and she fully turns toward emerald, grin wide. ] Let me tell you, nothing beats the view of that jerk getting slammed with a motorcycle at high speeds.
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[then she gets to the part with the impact and em is pretty sure she can hear the sound of all his bones exploding as yang describes the impact. and she's grinning openly, almost vindictively, right back at her sister.]
Gods, I really hope that killed him. Or at least shattered every bone in his body. [a moment's pause as she pretends to think of a biting remark that's already mostly formed on the back of her tongue.] You know, since you can only have aura if you have a soul. [she unbuckles her belt but she's letting yang dictate the pace of things here; it might not be in the best taste to talk about motorsniping someone around other people, after all.]
So how did you end up getting rid of him for good?
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[ to put it mildly. yang stares into the middle distance, shoulders slumping when emerald asks the big question. she...didn't like talking about this. for obvious reasons. ]
Stabbed him. Me and Blake, [ she clarifies. ] He'd broken Gambol Shroud in half and noticed too late that it gave both of us a weapon. He walked to the edge of the cliff, fell over. I think he hit the rocks before hitting the water. And then it was over.
[ yang lapses into a long silence, absently picking at a loose string poking out of her sleeve with her right hand. emerald doesn't need to know the rest. she likely saw it back in january and if she can't remember, yang won't say. that part is for her and blake alone. ]
...even if he was a bastard, I didn't want to kill him. He had every right to be mad that the world hurt him. He really did. [ she loops the string tighter and tighter around her finger. ] But then he took it out on people who couldn't fight back. He became.... He was a monster. And if we hadn't defended ourselves, he would have moved on to hurt everyone who so much as spoke to Blake.
[ i will make it my mission to destroy everything you love. and yang knows the power of a promise spoken from the heart.
the string snaps and yang twirls it in her fingers. ]
We did what we had to do.
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[her eyes are unfocused, and when she speaks next she's as understanding as she can be. but beyond that, she's curious.]
So that's a normal thing to feel? [she can only dance around it so much, but maybe she can avoid yang picking up on it enough to get through the conversation.] Even if everyone else would probably agree with what you did—I mean, hell, here I am thinking it was the only right way to get rid of him. But it's normal to still be... I don't know. Conflicted about it? Even when the answer seems so obvious?
[she doesn't know if she wants to dance around this point quite as much. but that's something to save for their meal.]