[ Stampede stops, and Wolfwood stops, hands clenching into fists at his sides. all but trembling with rage.
He wouldn't want you to blame yourself, Stampede says, and Wolfwood cuts him off at the end with a snarl. ]
Don't. You don't speak for him.
[ I forgive you. Like he's the priest, like he's got the right to speak for God, or for Spikey. That's not how forgiveness works, which he should know if he'd talked to the dead priest instead of spending all his time making moon eyes at him.
Forgiveness has to start with the sinner, and Wolfwood isn't the forgiving type. ]
He tried to run. He tried to run away, and Millions Knives caught him, and... [ His voice catches, the rage and grief strangling the words in his throat. ] I watched them both burn. Don't you dare act like there's forgiveness for that.
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He wouldn't want you to blame yourself, Stampede says, and Wolfwood cuts him off at the end with a snarl. ]
Don't. You don't speak for him.
[ I forgive you. Like he's the priest, like he's got the right to speak for God, or for Spikey. That's not how forgiveness works, which he should know if he'd talked to the dead priest instead of spending all his time making moon eyes at him.
Forgiveness has to start with the sinner, and Wolfwood isn't the forgiving type. ]
He tried to run. He tried to run away, and Millions Knives caught him, and... [ His voice catches, the rage and grief strangling the words in his throat. ] I watched them both burn. Don't you dare act like there's forgiveness for that.