Max watches Basil sob with wide eyes. She watches him, so completely open for perhaps the first time. Wailing and sobbing in front of her, as she holds his hand, his tail.
And I want you...to make me disappear.
Her confession in that quiet attic. The first time she'd said it out loud. The very first time she acknowledged it, to anyone, to herself, didn't just let it float around in her head.
The blue lights. Back in that quiet attic, now she's the one standing on the sidelines like Lucas, listening. In the vision, Lucas spoke up. He condemned her. It was something he'd never do, but Max fell for it anyway, in her emotional state. Vecna could've spun anything and in the moment, she would've believed it. She was vulnerable. The most vulnerable.
Like Basil is, right now.
Max pulls with what little strength she has on Basil's hand. She wants to pull him into a hug, the tightest one she can manage right now. ]
No. No, no, no it- it matters. It still matters. You still matter.
[ The eyes stare at her. The eyes on his wings. It's terrifying, unnerving.
But it's also dark. With the little light and her own damaged eyes, it's hard to study them.
And what matters most right now is Basil, anyway. What she says to him, in this moment, matters. And her mouth, as it always does, goes without her permission.
Thankfully this time, it doesn't say anything she disagrees with. ]
I'm sorry. I'm so, so so- sorry, but you- you matter. You matter so, so much.
cw: suicidal ideation
Max watches Basil sob with wide eyes. She watches him, so completely open for perhaps the first time. Wailing and sobbing in front of her, as she holds his hand, his tail.
And I want you...to make me disappear.
Her confession in that quiet attic. The first time she'd said it out loud. The very first time she acknowledged it, to anyone, to herself, didn't just let it float around in her head.
The blue lights. Back in that quiet attic, now she's the one standing on the sidelines like Lucas, listening. In the vision, Lucas spoke up. He condemned her. It was something he'd never do, but Max fell for it anyway, in her emotional state. Vecna could've spun anything and in the moment, she would've believed it. She was vulnerable. The most vulnerable.
Like Basil is, right now.
Max pulls with what little strength she has on Basil's hand. She wants to pull him into a hug, the tightest one she can manage right now. ]
No. No, no, no it- it matters. It still matters. You still matter.
[ The eyes stare at her. The eyes on his wings. It's terrifying, unnerving.
But it's also dark. With the little light and her own damaged eyes, it's hard to study them.
And what matters most right now is Basil, anyway. What she says to him, in this moment, matters. And her mouth, as it always does, goes without her permission.
Thankfully this time, it doesn't say anything she disagrees with. ]
I'm sorry. I'm so, so so- sorry, but you- you matter. You matter so, so much.