[ It's bloody, now -- His clothes are black and so it's hard to see on him but he can feel the sticky warmth of it and it's disgusting. Normally, he doesn't mind if his clothes get dirty but this is a filth that he thought he was ready for but so, so wasn't. And now -- now, it's too far gone to take anything back, isn't it? First of all -- this was agreed upon. Both of them had said that they understood where the other was coming from, and that they would fight without restraint when they met on this battlefield again.
---But, now that he's reached that, now that things are on the edge and about to tip over into an abyss ...--- No, now that they're already in the inertia of tipping over into that abyss, Albert's realized how much he actually hates this. But --
-------Would Crow even win, if he stopped now? Could Crow even win, if he stopped now? He's shattered his arm and half caved his head in, there isn't a way to turn this back into his favour- Not that Albert actually want it to be in his favour, not that Albert wants--
...
Albert doesn't know what Albert wants.
So -- He tries to stop thinking, bringing the rock up again to smash it back down with all of his remaining strength, one last time. ]
[He keeps laughing, blood trickling into his face, up til the rock comes down. Then there's nothing -- just his smile frozen there, as his good arm drops, limp, from where he'd pressed it against Albert's shoulder.
There's blood everywhere and his eyes are glassy and empty below the mess of his skull, but nevertheless he looks... satisfied.]
[ ---Even if Crow looks satisfied, Albert isn't. He's far, far from satisfied. He'd come into this telling himself he would be what he needed to be for his unit who loves and accepts him even though he's so, so different from them, but --
Here he is, over top the still body of the first life that he's taken.
...The life belonging to someone very important to someone very important to him. That was supposed to be their pact, wasn't it-? That they wouldn't involve Phoenix into any part of this because it was sure to upset him. (Of course, Albert doesn't know how upset Phoenix really is, right now.)
But -- He can't help but feel disgusting. He can't help but feel wrong. This isn't right, this isn't the person he wants to be, he should have played defensively, and now he's a killer and a killer of a friend at that and that's not something he can ever take back and there are a million thoughts and a billion unanswerable questions floating through his head as he looks down at Crow's lifeless, bloodied body with shaking hands before he --
[ Who the fuck is this. Kuzuebiko appears, suddenly, or someone that looks like him does anyway - he snaps his fingers and your weapon becomes. . . an alto saxophone.
hm. ]
Remember now, the beauty of life!
[ well, it IS a beautiful instrument. almost makes you not want to fight anymore!
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---But, now that he's reached that, now that things are on the edge and about to tip over into an abyss ...--- No, now that they're already in the inertia of tipping over into that abyss, Albert's realized how much he actually hates this. But --
-------Would Crow even win, if he stopped now? Could Crow even win, if he stopped now? He's shattered his arm and half caved his head in, there isn't a way to turn this back into his favour- Not that Albert actually want it to be in his favour, not that Albert wants--
...
Albert doesn't know what Albert wants.
So -- He tries to stop thinking, bringing the rock up again to smash it back down with all of his remaining strength, one last time. ]
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There's blood everywhere and his eyes are glassy and empty below the mess of his skull, but nevertheless he looks... satisfied.]
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Here he is, over top the still body of the first life that he's taken.
...The life belonging to someone very important to someone very important to him. That was supposed to be their pact, wasn't it-? That they wouldn't involve Phoenix into any part of this because it was sure to upset him. (Of course, Albert doesn't know how upset Phoenix really is, right now.)
But -- He can't help but feel disgusting. He can't help but feel wrong. This isn't right, this isn't the person he wants to be, he should have played defensively, and now he's a killer and a killer of a friend at that and that's not something he can ever take back and there are a million thoughts and a billion unanswerable questions floating through his head as he looks down at Crow's lifeless, bloodied body with shaking hands before he --
Rolls off of him and retches. ]
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[ Who the fuck is this. Kuzuebiko appears, suddenly, or someone that looks like him does anyway - he snaps his fingers and your weapon becomes. . . an alto saxophone.
hm. ]
Remember now, the beauty of life!
[ well, it IS a beautiful instrument. almost makes you not want to fight anymore!
stunned for 1 turn. ]
[ the genie disappears in a billow of smoke. ]
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a saxophone laying on Crow's dead body while Albert has a panic attack. ]