Date: 2023-05-07 08:30 am (UTC)
zoomingupthathill: (i won't forget)
[ It's at this moment that Max realizes:

She's always done this for herself.

There are extreme exceptions, such as after narrowing escaping Vecna the first time, or when she got caught in a blast in Felfri—but barring those or particularly horrible monster changes, Max hasn't let anyone dress her wounds. Or, perhaps rather—

There hadn't been anyone who would, until she got so used to doing it herself that she pushed those who came along away.

A chilly Something runs up her spine; it reminds her of Billy, of a quiet question in a quiet kitchen, her metaphorical outstretched hand that he slapped away.

Max watches a Basil the whole time. She doesn't take her eyes off him, in fear that if she looks somewhere else, her own ghosts will have moved in with his. ]


I was- it was my own fault. I thought... I got cocky. Like, since I don't need to breathe, or...since I had something to block out the music... [ Had. Very lightly she shakes her head. ] It was stupid.
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