[He's totally not fighting and letting her pull him down, just letting her rage. He's good at picking his battles, and this is definitely not one that he can win, size difference aside]
[ Even if he doesn't say anything, Ange's angry enough to not even really need more material to work with here. Just the thought of Flo describing Battler's death is enough to make her stomach turn all over again and makes her pull one hand off him - just to pull it back and punch him in the face. ]
[He's totally not gonna fight her, he's gonna let her do whatever he wants, though there's an odd, slightly angry look in the knit of his brow and his eyes--doubtful that it's noticeable, though.
[ Honestly, even if that angry look was more visible, Ange probably wouldn't notice it in her current state. She's way too caught up in her own emotions.
Especially now - because she thought she'd feel better after hitting him, or at least feel something other than the sting of losing her family again.. but it doesn't help one bit. And the realisation that this won't make the loss feel easier to bear feels more and more sour with each passing moment, making her blink back tears even as she kicks his shin. (It's a little less intense than the punch, at least.) ]
I.. idiot! [ The frustration and pain makes her stutter. ] If you were going to kill off anyone, at least kill off someone shitty!
[That gets the softest 'pfff' of laughter out of him, before he abruptly becomes serious again, shifting his jaw, trying to think of what to say to this kid that's...well. Kid that shouldn't be hurting like this]
I know. 'm sorry. I'll remember it for next time.
[falling back on humour probably isn't the best thing to do in this situation, Ev]
[ Definitely not the best thing. Even though covering things up with deadpan humor is totally Ange's style, sometimes her emotions are too strong for it - especially now. So that next time line earns him another kick against his shins, but then she turns away. Mostly since the tears in her eyes really are threatening to go into a full on cry right now, and that's not something she wants to show anyone if she can help it.
So no more violence for a moment, but she does still speak up-- ]
It sure is easy to say sorry when you've already saved yourself by sacrificing someone else, isn't it?! [ Her voice sounds tight, because she's definitely trying to fight off those tears at the same time. ]
[ And now she's let her anger sink for a moment, a much more familiar and hollow feeling fills the void it left behind, making her lose much of the urge to hit him that she felt before. ]
Don't think that means I'm forgiving you for this though. I never will. You're a piece of shit. [ There's no real fire in the insult though, not like before. ] I hope you're glad knowing you ruined someone's last chance for happiness.
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Second punch of the day! 2/????]
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Especially now - because she thought she'd feel better after hitting him, or at least feel something other than the sting of losing her family again.. but it doesn't help one bit. And the realisation that this won't make the loss feel easier to bear feels more and more sour with each passing moment, making her blink back tears even as she kicks his shin. (It's a little less intense than the punch, at least.) ]
I.. idiot! [ The frustration and pain makes her stutter. ] If you were going to kill off anyone, at least kill off someone shitty!
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I know. 'm sorry. I'll remember it for next time.
[falling back on humour probably isn't the best thing to do in this situation, Ev]
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So no more violence for a moment, but she does still speak up-- ]
It sure is easy to say sorry when you've already saved yourself by sacrificing someone else, isn't it?! [ Her voice sounds tight, because she's definitely trying to fight off those tears at the same time. ]
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Yeah, it is.
[He's quiet, trying to figure out what to say, and then-]
I didn't want 'im t'die. That's all. All I wanted was t' live.
[His voice rises a little]
You wanna hit me s'more? Go ahead. I deserve it.
[he doubts this can be salvaged, after all]
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[ And now she's let her anger sink for a moment, a much more familiar and hollow feeling fills the void it left behind, making her lose much of the urge to hit him that she felt before. ]
Don't think that means I'm forgiving you for this though. I never will. You're a piece of shit. [ There's no real fire in the insult though, not like before. ] I hope you're glad knowing you ruined someone's last chance for happiness.