[Why is it always Papika?! STOP, THAT IS HIS FRIEND! There, he said it! THAT'S HIS FRIEND, STOP MAKING HIS FRIEND DO THIS.]
It's different this time, Papika. [He almost realizes, in a way, this isn't real. Something about it... does not feel real. A little naggle, like Dick's voice, telling him it's a trick.
But just for the record.] We've already done it this way.
[There isn't any emotion in doing this except exhaustion. Before, it was horrifying. Both times. It was painful, and he felt immensely guilty. But now he feels nothing. Numb.
He takes Papika's hand, but doesn't budge. His grip is tight. This isn't the way to hold someone's hand, but does he really know the right way to do something like that? He pulls Papika to himself while extending the dagger; there isn't a good way to do this. She'd die slowly no matter what, so he drives it up through the heart in one quick, solid movement.
It's not much different than the time before, holding a gun to his temple and waiting to die. Except for the fact he thinks he's frustrated this is how it has to be. Papika probably hasn't even hit the floor before he raises the knife up to slit his throat, ear to ear.
He wants to say, "Sorry, Father," for the disappointment, but nothing comes out.]
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It's different this time, Papika. [He almost realizes, in a way, this isn't real. Something about it... does not feel real. A little naggle, like Dick's voice, telling him it's a trick.
But just for the record.] We've already done it this way.
[There isn't any emotion in doing this except exhaustion. Before, it was horrifying. Both times. It was painful, and he felt immensely guilty. But now he feels nothing. Numb.
He takes Papika's hand, but doesn't budge. His grip is tight. This isn't the way to hold someone's hand, but does he really know the right way to do something like that? He pulls Papika to himself while extending the dagger; there isn't a good way to do this. She'd die slowly no matter what, so he drives it up through the heart in one quick, solid movement.
It's not much different than the time before, holding a gun to his temple and waiting to die. Except for the fact he thinks he's frustrated this is how it has to be. Papika probably hasn't even hit the floor before he raises the knife up to slit his throat, ear to ear.
He wants to say, "Sorry, Father," for the disappointment, but nothing comes out.]