Breakable
He blamed himself.
Red had always seemed so strong, and no amount of adversity had ever for a moment let either of them doubt his capability. Even as the Empire had begun to collapse in on itself, his partner had never wavered. Purple had always admired that resilience but as things slowly began to unravel, admiration turned to envy before either of them had noticed. He hated how un-fucking-breakable Red was, and like a stupid child, he resented it.
Red tried. He had really tried to make it work. Any request, no matter how outlandish or absurd, he always found some way to oblige it and Purple gave him hell no matter what because Red just would not give in.
Purple was still far too numb to accept how breakable Red really was. He had been just as fragile as Purple thought himself to be. He had never known there were so many ways that someone could break.
It was his fault, no matter what they said. Yes, it had been Red's decision in the end, but Purple had been the one who drove him to it.
"Is there anything I can do that won't make you miserable, Pur?!"
"Yeah," he said in an angry voice, "go kill yourself, Red. I fucking hate you."
A/N: Wow these are angsty. I need to get some fluff in here. This new job is really killing me.