070th metal . voice

[godsays]

I love this boat.

[ His voice sounds odd, a mix of detached and too intense. ]

In my world, if I hurt someone, I almost never saw the consequences. The grieving widows. The angry comrades. Here, I can see it all. I saw it spread. I saw you notice, and I saw you get afraid. I smell you afraid.

...do you hear it? God says I should kill you.

If you want to try me, come and find me.

[ Zane can be found around deck: greenhouse, deck, Enclosure. ]

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[youwillgotohell]

Zane!

[She's alarmed. She's appalled. What the fuck is wrong with literally everyone lately.]

[godsays]

You feel it. I know you do. I know you're like me.

[youwillgotohell]

You're not like you! Zane, what has gotten into your head? This isn't like you!

[godsays]

I was always a weapon.

[darknessb4me]

Well, isn't this fun?

[godsays]

It is.

The Barge has broken you down, Arthas. Do you even remember what this feels like?

[darknessb4me]

Of course I do.

Do this for a few weeks. Tear yourself apart to make no progress at all, to change nothing. I'll be waiting.

[godsays]

What do I care about progress?

[punched_hitler]

That's not God.

Or fear.

[At least, not on his part.]

[godsays]

For you? It should be.

[punched_hitler]

I'll never be afraid of you.

[godsays]

Your shield failed you. You failed yourself.

And you failed your friend, who wants nothing more than to see you safe.

Do you think he'll come after me?

What do you think will happen?

[backdated, vaguely, post-gravity flood]

[heisrisen]

[It's the third time in two days Zane has jumped him, roughly, tumultuously, and managed to keep his shirt on the entire time. Twice is coincidence -

He slides indolent fingers over the warm curve of one palm, then up Zane's wrist under the sleeve.]

CW: SELF-HARM

[godsays]

[ Zane has scratched Aslan and drawn a hint of blood, and that's where his hand rubs, like he's soothing the wound. When, in fact, he wishes it was deeper. He's distracted by it, and by the lazy aftermath, and by Aslan's body, and he doesn't anticipate enough to cut off the exploration at the pass.

His hand flinches back, too obvious, before Aslan can touch any of the fresh scars. ]

CW: SELF-HARM

[heisrisen]

Well that's not suspicious at all.

[Lazy and sardonic. He reaches for the back of Zane's neck instead, catching him as long as part of him wants to be held, grounding. His voice softens.]

I hate that you think you'd have to hide something from me.

CW: SELF-HARM

[godsays]

[ Zane shivers, lightly, and he buries his face in Aslan's throat. He doesn't know what to admit. That the violence has been bubbling up inside him? No. No one suspects him of the murders. He can get away with it.

He is silent. He doesn't respond. But he is pliant, and if Aslan tries to uncover his wrists. he will let him. ]

[tucky]

[Oh hey, talking to deathmurder guy seems like a good life choice.]

When I first got here, you said it wasn't really God who said that stuff to you.

[godsays]

I said that god was dead.

But what does death matter, here?

[tucky]

But he's not. God can't die.

You gonna keep killing people? Do you wanna kill me?

[warisart]

Zane, I am not afraid of you.

[Not tense, not angry, just neutral or possibly tired.]

[godsays]

Because you're not afraid of death.

You're afraid of becoming unraveled. Of unbecoming. And that's not what I do.

[warisart]

No, it's not something you can do.

Not being afraid of you and not being afraid of death are two separate points of contention.

[Spam]

[forsaken_queen]

[She finds him on the deck as he heads towards the Enclosure. Whether he senses or sees her first is irrelevant to her. She approaches him, calm and confident. She is most assuredly not afraid.]

Listening to your god again? I thought you were over that.

[Spam]

[godsays]

[ He is balanced on the rail, pacing it back and forth. It's like being on the edge of freedom here. He wants to find a way out. ]

It always comes back.

[Spam]

[forsaken_queen]

[She leans against the railing, arm draping along it casually, watching him pace.]

I said I thought you'd stopped listening, not that it had ever gone away.