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He remained hunched over, arms propping him up, shaking violently, for a while. The events of the last... however long it at been haunted him, hovering like a grotesque ghost, the images burned into his eyes, painfully clear as they replayed themselves to him, clutching at his insides, suffocating, slowly becoming more graphic until he could not take it anymore.
He took a deep, ragged breath.
And another.
Okay, just, calm down,
I am,
Stay calm,
I will,
Don't flip out,
I'll, uh, try not to,
Hold onto it,
I'm trying,
Keep a grip,
Shut up,
I'm trying to help,
You're, uh, just making it worse, and, frankly, you're just a voice, that's, uh, in my head, and normally I'd be trying to, uh, be respectful, and respect your feelings, but, uh, you're really not helping.
Rufio went silent and he let out a breath, slowly pushing himself up.
He stumbled along the corridor, unconsciously following the trail of blue. He dared not look down at the body.
Don't turn your back on the body,
Shut up, Rufio,
I'm telling you, bro,
Shut up,
I'm warning you, dog,
You are the, worst self esteem, that, uh, ever existed,
And you talk to yourself,
Tavros ignored him.
Something inside him was still screaming that is wasn't Gamzee. He clung onto it, dragging it out and listening to each wail and cry of disbelief until it consumed him.
Not Gamzee.
Not Gamzee.
He had to find out who this was; why he would take on Gamzee's appearance; why he would kill Vriska.
Tavros hadn't killed Vriska.
I didn't do it,
Yes you did,
It had been Not-Gamzee.
It was him,
No it wasn't,
Tavros was not to blame.
He was going to find Gamzee.
