Re: There are some things a man just cant run away from.
Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2019 8:39 am
"...tomorrow. Hhm. ...Bunch of good that does."
Joe did try to tell her that apologizing for being off on her aim was stupid. At least she'd tried. At least she hadn't looked at Hansel leaving and not been able to take the shot. At least she hadn't dragged people into confronting him and gotten them killed. If Madeline could be blamed once, he could be blamed a few times over.
He couldn't find the words or energy to verbalize this sentiment, so he just shook his head slightly and said, "No."
Silence. Felt like it went forever. And then an offer, which Joe supposed was... nice of her, but—
"Dying alone... the worst?" Joe snorted, though that brief laugh was followed by a sharp pain and a whine. He curled up tighter, eyes screwed shut while that jolt of pain dissolved into the rest. "Lots of things... lots worse."
Most of the examples that came to mind had already happened on this island. Comparing to the last couple of weeks dying alone sounded almost relaxing in comparison.
The only worse thing he could think of... that hadn't happened... was lying there for several hours, in excruciating pain, with the one remaining goal he had just out of reach.
"Don't want to... waste time."
Maybe he wouldn't have chosen to die yet. But he'd choose it over the same useless death a few hours later.
That was all the control he had.
"D'you mind... uh..." Joe opened and shut his hand. "Gun. I need a... any gun..."
Joe did try to tell her that apologizing for being off on her aim was stupid. At least she'd tried. At least she hadn't looked at Hansel leaving and not been able to take the shot. At least she hadn't dragged people into confronting him and gotten them killed. If Madeline could be blamed once, he could be blamed a few times over.
He couldn't find the words or energy to verbalize this sentiment, so he just shook his head slightly and said, "No."
Silence. Felt like it went forever. And then an offer, which Joe supposed was... nice of her, but—
"Dying alone... the worst?" Joe snorted, though that brief laugh was followed by a sharp pain and a whine. He curled up tighter, eyes screwed shut while that jolt of pain dissolved into the rest. "Lots of things... lots worse."
Most of the examples that came to mind had already happened on this island. Comparing to the last couple of weeks dying alone sounded almost relaxing in comparison.
The only worse thing he could think of... that hadn't happened... was lying there for several hours, in excruciating pain, with the one remaining goal he had just out of reach.
"Don't want to... waste time."
Maybe he wouldn't have chosen to die yet. But he'd choose it over the same useless death a few hours later.
That was all the control he had.
"D'you mind... uh..." Joe opened and shut his hand. "Gun. I need a... any gun..."