[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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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. ]