[ Two little trolls go away on a quest. One limps away, half the troll he used to be with none of the warmth. He sucks in a shaky breath closes his eyes, waiting, god, waiting for his friend to slip away so he can end his suffering.
Be a good moirail for once in your life.
Listen to Gamzee's pain. Fight the urge to reach out and pull him into your arms because he's going to get you infected too. Think of the better times. Think of the days spent in the horn pile, startling yourselves when you rolled the wrong way or hands touched.
Think about missed opportunities.
Think about how you should have capitalized on them because life is short and his has always been even shorter. ] Have, sweet dreams.
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Be a good moirail for once in your life.
Listen to Gamzee's pain. Fight the urge to reach out and pull him into your arms because he's going to get you infected too. Think of the better times. Think of the days spent in the horn pile, startling yourselves when you rolled the wrong way or hands touched.
Think about missed opportunities.
Think about how you should have capitalized on them because life is short and his has always been even shorter. ] Have, sweet dreams.