"please kill me."
It's the first time he's ever heard Error beg.
He never expected it to be for death. When he thinks about it, it's not that surprising.
When has Error ever seemed truly happy?
"you helped me once. now help me again. kill me, please…."
He shakes his head. I won't help you kill yourself. You have so much to live for. Why would you throw it away?
He knows why. He always knows why Error does what Error does.
Error destroyed AUs because he was scared. Scared they would touch and crumble. Scared that everything he knew would die. Never considering the results of his actions, because that's what fear does to you.
Error wants to die because of the results, because of the scars he left behind.
He won't let Error throw his life away.
Even if Error doesn't think it, he's worth something. At least to him.
He's worth the world to him.
It's a shame he can't tell Error how much he's kept him sane and how much he's changed him. How much of a better person he is.
How much he might love him, even though he's not sure. He's never sure of anything these days.
He can't be sure of when he'll be able to talk and when he'll freeze up and not be able to say a word all day. Can't be sure when he can trust his senses and when he should trust his own mind.
Can't be sure what he loves and what he just wants to protect.
—
Ink's not saying anything.
He's shaking his head, telling him no, he won't help him, even though he wants to die, more then anything else. He expected that when he told him.
he's not saying anything because today he can't talk. because you broke his mind, his body, and now he can't trust himself not to say the wrong things, or trust his senses not to betray him. all because of your stupid whims and fantasies. why didn't you realize?
He blocks out the voice in his head. It's not important right now.
Nothing is important anymore. Not what Ink wants him to do, not his own life. All that matters is that he needs to die, because he's done so many horrible things, hurt so many people, ended so many lives that he lost count years ago.
He leaves the room.
No point sticking around so that Ink can unfreeze himself and try to convince him not to do this.
No point inevitably getting talked out of it and going on with his life. Hurting more people. Ending more lives.
just die already.
He can't remember who said that to him, but he thinks that's a good idea right about now.
—
two birds on a wire
one tries to fly away
the other says he'd like to
but he is a liar