He wasn't wrong, and Eridan, visibly distracted, ruminated on that as he righted Eddie's chair. Was he wrong? Sure, he hadn't wanted Eridan to turn on him, but was he really wrong? Was this really the revenge he'd wanted, the shucking off of the yoke, or was it always going to be like this? Lashing out, but playing by Eddie's rules anyway?
"You didn't do this." He had his back to Eddie now, stalking over to his case again. He'd had hours planned, had drawn up a schedule, a carefully ordered sequence of events - some terrorizing, then shallow injuries, then a beating, pulled teeth, more terrorizing, cracked bones, a near-death experience - and, unconscious to the meaning, Eddie already had him breaking it. He dug out a series of tubes, needles - a bag of blood from the fridge, Eddie's type. "I fuckin' did this. I did this to myself, I chose it, me."
The transfusion set, the tarps. Even incensed, Eridan wanted to see the look on his face when it all clicked. He needed to.
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He wasn't wrong, and Eridan, visibly distracted, ruminated on that as he righted Eddie's chair. Was he wrong? Sure, he hadn't wanted Eridan to turn on him, but was he really wrong? Was this really the revenge he'd wanted, the shucking off of the yoke, or was it always going to be like this? Lashing out, but playing by Eddie's rules anyway?
"You didn't do this." He had his back to Eddie now, stalking over to his case again. He'd had hours planned, had drawn up a schedule, a carefully ordered sequence of events - some terrorizing, then shallow injuries, then a beating, pulled teeth, more terrorizing, cracked bones, a near-death experience - and, unconscious to the meaning, Eddie already had him breaking it. He dug out a series of tubes, needles - a bag of blood from the fridge, Eddie's type. "I fuckin' did this. I did this to myself, I chose it, me."
The transfusion set, the tarps. Even incensed, Eridan wanted to see the look on his face when it all clicked. He needed to.