[ Maybe in that silence, he's considering alternatives. Maybe... No. Max doesn't let herself hope that. Some days hope feels like a noose to hang herself with, and that's exactly what it is right now.
She opens her mouth to protest, that it'd be a start. That at least it could get her to the soup kitchen, maybe, or something like that. But then Basil presents the checkmate to his argument, and her stomach drops. ]
No... [ Weak and small, like she hates feeling. Wouldn't she be such a hypocrite for arguing, after what she'd said herself to Fugo? That if she's going to be living- existing like this, she should have a part in the acquisition of food. Of...meat.
Why wouldn't it apply to Basil too?
A stiff arm reaches up to- something. Hold her drooping head up, wrap around herself in a half-hug, she's not sure, she just wants to move and prove that she doesn't need him to go out and kill someone for her (for the both of them).
But it hangs in the air. Half-reaching for him. ]
It's not fair. It's- it's not fair...for you to do that all alone.
cw: cannibalism cont, suicidal imagery
She opens her mouth to protest, that it'd be a start. That at least it could get her to the soup kitchen, maybe, or something like that. But then Basil presents the checkmate to his argument, and her stomach drops. ]
No... [ Weak and small, like she hates feeling. Wouldn't she be such a hypocrite for arguing, after what she'd said herself to Fugo? That if she's going to be living- existing like this, she should have a part in the acquisition of food. Of...meat.
Why wouldn't it apply to Basil too?
A stiff arm reaches up to- something. Hold her drooping head up, wrap around herself in a half-hug, she's not sure, she just wants to move and prove that she doesn't need him to go out and kill someone for her (for the both of them).
But it hangs in the air. Half-reaching for him. ]
It's not fair. It's- it's not fair...for you to do that all alone.