[He does want to kill her, so much. If anything more now then he did when he attacked her.
He can't win. He's no solider. No brawler. No thug.
But he finds he doesn't care. What does he have to lose now except this feeling? He already lost his bistro. His life's work and passions. His last insane reach for any happiness.
Rody was gone too. He hoped wherever he was he was still hurting. That he'd never forget that Vincent was there. That the hole where his ear used to be ached for him.
Everything else was gone. So why not indulge in one final feast? This past trial proved he was doomed either way.
Might as well be on his own terms. He reaches over the bar, not at all worried that it'd attack him with his back turned, fiddling around before coming back with the short ice pick from the cocktail making toolset. Not so different from the corkscrew he once held]
cw: suicidal ideation I guess??
He can't win. He's no solider. No brawler. No thug.
But he finds he doesn't care. What does he have to lose now except this feeling? He already lost his bistro. His life's work and passions. His last insane reach for any happiness.
Rody was gone too. He hoped wherever he was he was still hurting. That he'd never forget that Vincent was there. That the hole where his ear used to be ached for him.
Everything else was gone. So why not indulge in one final feast? This past trial proved he was doomed either way.
Might as well be on his own terms. He reaches over the bar, not at all worried that it'd attack him with his back turned, fiddling around before coming back with the short ice pick from the cocktail making toolset. Not so different from the corkscrew he once held]
Does this make you happy?