[ being dropped to the ground is stimulation other than just endless pain, the shift in positions alerting him to a change in situation. he cracks his eyes open and looks up at March, s-shakily pushing himself up but it hurt, it hurts, fuck, make it stop hurting. if it will help, he can force the focus. while Gil will die from the knives, March avoided his symbol ]
[ focusing on words, but digging up memories is harder. he looks up march, uncomprehending of what warning he's referring to, but gritting his teeth and keeps talking. if he provokes March into killing him, it's a good end. He'll only come back. his voice is ragged, desperate, and manic ]
So? I'll come back fine from this shit, and if this really is your fucking heart, you'll be fffffffucking stuck with it. Poor little broken March. Prrretending to be a real boy but you're jusssst a toy soldier. Go on, stab me again! You know the spot!
he's trying to talk through it though half the words are lost even past that initial cry, as he bites down and grinds down on his teeth, and blood wells up from his throat, and fades into incoherent staggered, breathless noises that could be giggles or sobs ]
SSssssoo wwwhat? It's the same, it's the same, it's the same! If I— —it or nnnnottt, MMMMy body will live, it— it doesn't matter! That it hurts, it doesn't ffffffucking matter!
c-ccaan't keep up laugherrr. those heaving noises that he forced into mad glee are coming out as wretched sobs, no audience to keep up the bravado for ]
[He's dressed differently from the attacking March, a lot more casually- T-shirt, cargo pants. None of the heavy raincoat and infinite knife holsters.]
[ no familiarity with heart games, he has no idea what to make of the apparent double march set, and after that dose of pain he's really not wanting to say anything that might be more provocative. ]
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W-what. . . Whatttt do yyyyou want, March?
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I warned you the first time.
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So? I'll come back fine from this shit, and if this really is your fucking heart, you'll be fffffffucking stuck with it. Poor little broken March. Prrretending to be a real boy but you're jusssst a toy soldier. Go on, stab me again! You know the spot!
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[Puts a boot on one of the knives and pushes his weight down on it.]
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he's trying to talk through it though half the words are lost even past that initial cry, as he bites down and grinds down on his teeth, and blood wells up from his throat, and fades into incoherent staggered, breathless noises that could be giggles or sobs ]
SSssssoo wwwhat? It's the same, it's the same, it's the same! If I— —it or nnnnottt, MMMMy body will live, it— it doesn't matter! That it hurts, it doesn't ffffffucking matter!
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[SLAMS A FEW MORE KNIVES INTO HIM, TRYING TO KEEP HIM PINNED TO THE FLOOR ENTIRELY, and wandering back into the rain.]
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I knew it! Ffffffffucking knew it! Nothing I can give you but—
[ cuts off to cough up more blood. FFFFUCK YOU LET ME TURN OFF PAIN ]
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c-ccaan't keep up laugherrr. those heaving noises that he forced into mad glee are coming out as wretched sobs, no audience to keep up the bravado for ]
C-come back!
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I can hear you from my room, you know.
[Starts pulling out the knives. He's not smiling like March was.]
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w-what's goingggggg on I don't understand ]
Wha . . . ?
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[Making a knife pile, very quickly.]
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This is just too fucking confusing . . .
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[He's dressed differently from the attacking March, a lot more casually- T-shirt, cargo pants. None of the heavy raincoat and infinite knife holsters.]
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[ no familiarity with heart games, he has no idea what to make of the apparent double march set, and after that dose of pain he's really not wanting to say anything that might be more provocative. ]
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[RIGHT, ALL UNSTABBED. BOOTING FROM THE GAME.]