[The sound of her voice makes it worse. It really...does. Maybe it's because it's so quiet, so...terrified. She's terrified. But she had ever right to be. Dirk felt a wave of emotion he hadn't felt in a very long time, and while he was doing his best to control it...rage could only be held back for so long. But also, maybe it's because he knows she had a perfectly good reason. Maybe it's because he knows, deep down, that something was wrong, something was going to get fucked up. But why did it have to be him? It wasn't fair. It wasn't. He didn't even get to meet him...
And there it goes again, that moment of anger, of rage, and he turns sharply. He's still kneeling, but it would only take less than half a second for him to be up and lethal and...oh god. He needs to stop because he's actually thinking about killing her when he knows that is the worst fucking idea he's had in his entire life (and he's had some bad ones). But he's not there not, not completely. He voice is a little clipped, now. A little more frantic.]
Make him stop? Roxy, why the Jesus fuck did you kill him? Why is he dead?
you're never getting rid of me, then. C:<
And there it goes again, that moment of anger, of rage, and he turns sharply. He's still kneeling, but it would only take less than half a second for him to be up and lethal and...oh god. He needs to stop because he's actually thinking about killing her when he knows that is the worst fucking idea he's had in his entire life (and he's had some bad ones). But he's not there not, not completely. He voice is a little clipped, now. A little more frantic.]
Make him stop?
Roxy, why the Jesus fuck did you kill him?
Why is he dead?