IT'S THE HEART OF A GUN / fire

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IT'S THE THOUGHT THAT YOU MIGHT HAVE DONE IT [align=right]BUT YOU CAN'T KNOW WHY    —    tags 

The boy's gaze turns towards Wormwood once more, watching as blood drips from his face, the red causing the boy to freeze. Blood...he is not so sure he wants to get it on himself. But, he has caused this. The trembling tiger drags himself towards the male, tears still falling fast down his face as he approaches his side. His body still has more to say. It still doesn't make sense. "I-I buried m-my brother." The boy cries out weakly, his face stuffing into his father's mane. "H-He w-wanted to see the st-stars, b-but..." his voice trails off, breath catching itself again. Why was it him? Why did he get the second chance?

He hurt his father. He put his brother in the ground. He doesn't deserve this family. This dedication. He should have died instead. Bo...would have never done this. He would have never hurt so much, unless he had to, and he wouldn't lose control, and he wouldn't hurt his dad. "Don't wanna hh-hurt...anybody...but I hurt ev-everybody." He seems to be calming himself down now, though the cries are still clear. A weapon wants to defy its purpose, so badly. He craves it so desperately. But, it is so hard. Why do they let him stay?

Even now, he is being selfish. To bring upon all of this to his father, to continue to seek his aid, when he knows he does not deserve it. To make him continue to listen to him, despite hurting him, and exhausting him. If he was not careful, he would kill him. And he didn't know how to be careful anymore, other than to simply run away. But his legs are shaking so much, he is not so sure he even can do that. And it hurts him, too, and he's no one to blame but himself.