The scent of fresh cigarette wafted through the air then, although nobody else was in sight. Wolfwood jumped to his feet, looking around frantically to verify that, but no, he was still alone.
Maybe next he could hallucinate a beer and a burger, huh? Or, fuck, why think small? Why not hallucinate Stampede back to life, stupid heavy coat, dumb vacant grin, too-short pants and all? He stared far at a far pile of stone, but it remained a stone.
Fine.
"I don't want to feel bad about this." Chewing on his thumbnail, he dropped back down onto his rock, kicking up a cloud of sand. "I didn't have a choice! Chapel says jump and I jump, I don't get to say no! So how come I feel like such shit about it?! I didn't even feel this bad when Livio...!" The name caught in his throat, and to his shame, Wolfwood felt his eyes burning. "Shit." He didn't cry -- tears were for babies, and bratty little kids faking it to make you feel bad for them -- and he scrubbed at his eyes hard with the back of his hand to make sure things stayed that way.
Livio. Speaking of idiots who didn't know what was good for them... He didn't have a gun, but that handful of rocks at his feet would do in a pinch. Flung hard enough a a nearby boulder, it wasn't nearly as satisfying as shooting something until it exploded, but he'd always been the kind of guy who could make do.
"He was just a kid." The next stone knocked a good sized chip off the boulder, revealing the bright iron-rich core. It looked like blood, which suited his mood just fine. "How could you let them take him he was just a fucking kid?!"
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"I'm hallucinatin' cigarettes now. Okay. That's fuckin' great."
Maybe next he could hallucinate a beer and a burger, huh? Or, fuck, why think small? Why not hallucinate Stampede back to life, stupid heavy coat, dumb vacant grin, too-short pants and all? He stared far at a far pile of stone, but it remained a stone.
Fine.
"I don't want to feel bad about this." Chewing on his thumbnail, he dropped back down onto his rock, kicking up a cloud of sand. "I didn't have a choice! Chapel says jump and I jump, I don't get to say no! So how come I feel like such shit about it?! I didn't even feel this bad when Livio...!" The name caught in his throat, and to his shame, Wolfwood felt his eyes burning. "Shit." He didn't cry -- tears were for babies, and bratty little kids faking it to make you feel bad for them -- and he scrubbed at his eyes hard with the back of his hand to make sure things stayed that way.
Livio. Speaking of idiots who didn't know what was good for them... He didn't have a gun, but that handful of rocks at his feet would do in a pinch. Flung hard enough a a nearby boulder, it wasn't nearly as satisfying as shooting something until it exploded, but he'd always been the kind of guy who could make do.
"He was just a kid." The next stone knocked a good sized chip off the boulder, revealing the bright iron-rich core. It looked like blood, which suited his mood just fine. "How could you let them take him he was just a fucking kid?!"