[ There's an explanation for this. A long one, but it's there. Hadn't they been worried about Jake, wasn't there something weird going on, didn't she KNOW this game was the worst fucking idea they'd ever had?? Riflekind lies between her and Dirk, from where she'd dropped it and approached what a second ago was that monster, that universe cancer that was just messing with them, playing them for a bunch of chumps. Yep, on the chump list Roxy kept, her position had just rocketed to the top with a graceful arc and a resounding pchoooooo.
Roxy stands shakily, hands slipping in the pool of blood around the body, around Jake. Her mouth keeps moving like there's an explanation, some kind of excuse that will make this horrific feeling of YOU KILLED HIM from crushing her chest, but no words come out. ]
it wasnt he
[ nope nope nope, no way to explain this without the words choking her. It wasn't Jake! He was Lord English! He's loose, we don't have time- Roxy runs a hand through her hair, absently leaving bloody streaks through it. ]
oops typo
Roxy stands shakily, hands slipping in the pool of blood around the body, around Jake. Her mouth keeps moving like there's an explanation, some kind of excuse that will make this horrific feeling of YOU KILLED HIM from crushing her chest, but no words come out. ]
it wasnt
he
[ nope nope nope, no way to explain this without the words choking her. It wasn't Jake! He was Lord English! He's loose, we don't have time- Roxy runs a hand through her hair, absently leaving bloody streaks through it. ]