[No matter how much it hurts, or how hard it is to witness, Basil would never hold this against Max. This isn't her fault, her doing. He knows exactly what she's going through, having fallen victim to his own instincts in the past. The only way he's ever been capable of hunting has been with a hunting instinct to begin with, otherwise...it's unlikely Basil would be able to do it. Not even if he began to get to the point of frenzy over it.
Which brings them to now, with three corpses under their belts, one of which Basil is still supporting between them. The boy died the moment Max tore his chest open, and now he's nothing more than a dead body kept held aloft by Basil's vines. Though...he doesn't keep that up for much longer, slowly- shakily- lowering him down to the ground between them. There is still plenty left here, and he imagines the plan will be to either consume the rest here or to save it for later...he isn't sure if the other two bodies are salvageable, charred and burnt as they had been.
Basil isn't taking the usual sharp, heavy breaths that he does when he cries. His body no longer needs to draw breath, which means this expression of grief is equally silent. No tears fall, but that doesn't mean his head doesn't ache from it, his body feeling weak and hollow.
As Max begins to apologize, Basil shakes his head. He doesn't move, staying put where he is in front of her.]
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Date: 2023-08-23 11:55 pm (UTC)Which brings them to now, with three corpses under their belts, one of which Basil is still supporting between them. The boy died the moment Max tore his chest open, and now he's nothing more than a dead body kept held aloft by Basil's vines. Though...he doesn't keep that up for much longer, slowly- shakily- lowering him down to the ground between them. There is still plenty left here, and he imagines the plan will be to either consume the rest here or to save it for later...he isn't sure if the other two bodies are salvageable, charred and burnt as they had been.
Basil isn't taking the usual sharp, heavy breaths that he does when he cries. His body no longer needs to draw breath, which means this expression of grief is equally silent. No tears fall, but that doesn't mean his head doesn't ache from it, his body feeling weak and hollow.
As Max begins to apologize, Basil shakes his head. He doesn't move, staying put where he is in front of her.]
You didn't...d-do it on purpose.
[He knows she didn't. She would never.]