My first non Zaige fic on here. You're welcome, everyone.
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Reminisce
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"Remember, ah… remember that time Mordecai got shot in the shoulder, and he just hid behind cover and threw Bloodwing out to face those bandits on his own?"
Why were they talking about Blood?
"Heh, yeah."
Didn't they realize that I was right there?
"And Bloodwing just flew around and around in circles, not attacking anybody? And Mordecai was screamin' at him 'what are you doing you coward, get to killin, blah blah blah,' and finally Mordecai stood up, out of cover-"
I didn't want to hear anything about it.
"And Bloodwing went screaming down into the fray and killed all those bandits in a half-second."
I didn't want to think about it.
"He wanted Mordecai to see him do it."
I didn't want to remember
"Wanted to make him proud."
And here they were, talking about Bloodwing sounding so damn happy while I was drowning in my grief.
"And Mordecai was happy as a skag is slag. Kissin' his beak and scratchin' his neck…"
How could they just talk about it like I wasn't even there?!
"Yeah which would have been cute, if Bloodwing hadn't been covered in entrails."
Finally I'd had it, turning to face them with the deadliest glare I could muster I shouted at them.
"Arrghh…. SHUT UP ALREADY!"
It went dead silent. I saw the youngest vault hunter… some teenager that fought with a giant fucking robot… step behind some skinny-ass ninja or whatever and peek out at me, slightly afraid.
"I-I'm sorry, Mordecai…" The mechromancer stuttered out, unable to look me in the eye as I stormed away.
"… I'm a bad person." Lilith stated, guiltily, when she thought I was out of earshot.
Had I not been so enraged, I would have stopped and told her that she wasn't. It wasn't her fault Blood was dead. It was Jack's. He was a bad person.
But right now…
I just couldn't.