“Colin, stop, please!”
Dragon’s words didn’t matter. He was going to die anyways. He’d known the moment he recognized Mannequin.
No faith in the reinforcements, huh? Sounds familiar.
He’d go down fighting, hurt this motherfucker the only ways he could.
But yeah, if he thinks he’s gonna die anyway, this behavior makes much more sense beyond just pure wrath and recklessness.
“You want to compare us, freak? Maybe we both had bad days. Days where nothing went right, days where we were too slow, too stupid, too weak, unprepared or tired. Days we’ll look back on for the rest of our fucking miserable lives, wondering what we would have done different, what we could have done better, how things could have played out. The difference between us is that I actually did something with my life, and I’m still trying to do more while I serve my sentence!” He stopped and took a breath.
Oh jeez. Mannequin better hope whatever he made his casing out of is fire resistant, because Colin is really turning up the heat.
“You started your big projects, got every fucking person in the world to get their hopes up, and then you failed to finish anything because you couldn’t hack it when your fucking family got killed! You insult their fucking memories every motherfucking second you exist like this!”
I’ll give him that last one. It’s not exactly a good way of honoring their memories.
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