( he tried to calmly walk himself out of this. tried to scream at noctis, tried to move passed him and all he gets is a rough jab to his bleedy bits. well. good to know that's not working. there's a pained hiss that passes his lips as jason stumbles forward a step, grips hard onto his shoulder as blood starts draining from it even faster, eyes narrowed and brows furrowed tight.
it hurts.
bad enough that jason does snap, lets rage boil over to an uncontrollable point and turns around to noctis, raises his fist and moves to slam it straight into his stupid face, pain be damned. )
Shut up! I don't give a fuck about any damned promise you've made! Go be an annoying asshole to people who care!
( the physical pain is bad but it's the emotional pain that really gets to him. knowing he fucked up. knowing he wasn't there for damian, that he died and there was nothing jason could do about it. his pain is nothing. it's deserved. he didn't protect damian, this is what he gets. )
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it hurts.
bad enough that jason does snap, lets rage boil over to an uncontrollable point and turns around to noctis, raises his fist and moves to slam it straight into his stupid face, pain be damned. )
Shut up! I don't give a fuck about any damned promise you've made! Go be an annoying asshole to people who care!
( the physical pain is bad but it's the emotional pain that really gets to him. knowing he fucked up. knowing he wasn't there for damian, that he died and there was nothing jason could do about it. his pain is nothing. it's deserved. he didn't protect damian, this is what he gets. )