"How the bloody ******** is that going to make me see her any differently?!" He growls back, falling and stumbling to the ground because he does not expect to be shoved. For the other version of himself to disappear.
Kin not kind, kin not kind ...The field is misty and empty now, Jeremiah still unnerved by what he has seen. What he has heard. "She won't even- I can't-" He pushes himself up, a grunt escaping because his back aches now, and he tries to tell himself that the ground around him is
not uneven.
(It is.)Jeremiah stares at the field a bit longer, as if he can gather more from this than what he already has, before he turns to leave. He loathes to present is back to a place that is so clearly not empty. His hand still crinkles around the piece of paper in his hand.
Your fault.The words on the paper and the words of the other version of himself will haunt him for long after he leaves
other ashdown. There is nothing worse than being told your own fears and dark thoughts by something that wears your skin.
shibrogane
thanks for playing traumatize jeremiah!
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