[67] life's a game we're meant to lose

[buildstherobots]

[phone]

Fine. You people want to play that way?

Enjoy educating newcomers by yourselves. I'm done helping you.

[And, true to his word, he won't be handing out any more letters, at least for the moment. Explain what he's talking about? Why in the world would he do that? Obviously the actions of maybe three people is enough for him to throw a tantrum over the phone lines.]

[action]

[Anyone who might see Dist walking through the streets can see that he's an absolute wreck. Not emotionally -- his expression is uncharacteristically stony. It's his face that's busted up, bruised across his cheek and mouth and his left eye patched over. Well, the place where his left eye should be, but that's not exactly visible. It'd happened a couple of days ago, but that's not quite long enough to heal fully, so for now he's just combed his hair forward a bit in an attempt to cover it all up.

He does seem to have a destination in mind, though, as he's walking particularly quickly.]

[729 Anderson lane]

[KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.]

Comments

[buildstherobots.livejournal.com]

What the hell are you talking about? What doesn't it have to do with it?! If I can't count on the people I trust not to hurt me, what can I count on?

[myblimpisbigger.livejournal.com]

Given that I wasn't in my right mind, I hardly think that your trust or lack thereof towards me was a factor. I did not betray your trust because betrayal implies a knowing and malicious action.

Not to mention I had no idea that said trust even existed. Being someone's ally has nothing to do with trusting them.

[THIS IS NOW AWKWARD. Did Dist think there was more there than there was?

In a completely non-romantic way.

God dammit, Trek.]

[buildstherobots.livejournal.com]

Yeah. So I'm learning.

You're a fellow mechanic. I gifted you a piece of my work. That, in turn, was used to murder me, in your own hands. You decided it was barely worth acknowledging, let alone taking how I might feel into account! "I'm sorry; I was under someone else's influence!" Is that too damned much to ask for?!

[myblimpisbigger.livejournal.com]

You never asked in the first place!

[buildstherobots.livejournal.com]

Why should I have to ask?!

[myblimpisbigger.livejournal.com]

Because in a place where murder is par the course, apologizing for it would be wholly redundant. If you had wanted an apology, you could have asked for one and I would have provided it when the wound was still fresh. As it stands, this happened nearly a year ago and I see no reasons to cut old stitching, as it were.

[buildstherobots.livejournal.com]

You did the cutting already. You brought the incident up. All I asked you for was a gun and you accused me of looking for revenge!

I should not have to ask for an apology for murder! I don't care how common it is! It's an attack and I deserved some form of acknowledgment! But no, instead you disappear for a year!

[His back is still turned, because even if he is screaming he doesn't want to show his face. Dist is really not great at hiding emotions, and he's very, very upset.]