[He stares at Kakyoin. Level expression, steely eyes. The only tell is the way his jaw clicks with how tight it's clenched, the way his fists, perfect mirrors, tremble in frustration.]
[If he comes here, I'll kill him. If he comes here, I'll kill him. If he comes here, I'll kill him, and that will send him back. I don't want to see him. I don't want to see him. I don't want to see his stupid smug face. I'll kill him if he comes here.]
[Where are you, you bastard?]
[Where the hell is he? He's not - he's not petty enough to say it out loud, but he feels like it's bleeding from him all the same: why do you get to not be alone when I have to be?]
[Maybe in some universe he's a better person. But all he is here is a man who left his family behind and didn't even win.]
[Just.]
Fuck.
[And he turns and walks, shoes and all, knees-deep into the surf.]
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[If he comes here, I'll kill him. If he comes here, I'll kill him. If he comes here, I'll kill him, and that will send him back. I don't want to see him. I don't want to see him. I don't want to see his stupid smug face. I'll kill him if he comes here.]
[Where are you, you bastard?]
[Where the hell is he? He's not - he's not petty enough to say it out loud, but he feels like it's bleeding from him all the same: why do you get to not be alone when I have to be?]
[Maybe in some universe he's a better person. But all he is here is a man who left his family behind and didn't even win.]
[Just.]
Fuck.
[And he turns and walks, shoes and all, knees-deep into the surf.]