[ There is a stream. It is peaceful and quiet and surrounded by trees. Will stands there in his waders, fishing pole in hand and he sees Percy across from him. He stands in the water and he is dry and isn't that just fitting? Will feels the tug of a smile but in reality, his expression continues to be blank.
There is no noose in the stream but as it's removed, the sky brightens around him. Will winces before casting his line. He doesn't expect a bite but the action is soothing enough. The line drops in the water, a bit away from Percy and he watches it with no real goal in mind.
Percy speaks and Will sighs, there is little he can give in answer to make this just. He opens his mouth to reply but then he feels the tip of the blade there, on the smile Hannibal left him, on that scar that leaves him marked. He was gutted once, he wonders if it'll happen again.
The stream, he notices, begins to fill with chunks. There is a girl's hand, an eye, the stub of an arm -- he looks away from the stream and to Percy again. ]
If it wasn't, what would be the point of all this? There's cruelty in letting the dead be beyond reach, there's mercy in letting them just be dead. You've learned this intimately, and you know I can't -- you know that there isn't any other option for me than this.
[ He pauses, considering and -- ]
I said the point wasn't to suffer, to end it quick. But that isn't my option anymore, is it? Do you want to punish me, Percy, or do you just want to kill me? [ ... ] I'm glad he gave you your sword.
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There is no noose in the stream but as it's removed, the sky brightens around him. Will winces before casting his line. He doesn't expect a bite but the action is soothing enough. The line drops in the water, a bit away from Percy and he watches it with no real goal in mind.
Percy speaks and Will sighs, there is little he can give in answer to make this just. He opens his mouth to reply but then he feels the tip of the blade there, on the smile Hannibal left him, on that scar that leaves him marked. He was gutted once, he wonders if it'll happen again.
The stream, he notices, begins to fill with chunks. There is a girl's hand, an eye, the stub of an arm -- he looks away from the stream and to Percy again. ]
If it wasn't, what would be the point of all this? There's cruelty in letting the dead be beyond reach, there's mercy in letting them just be dead. You've learned this intimately, and you know I can't -- you know that there isn't any other option for me than this.
[ He pauses, considering and -- ]
I said the point wasn't to suffer, to end it quick. But that isn't my option anymore, is it? Do you want to punish me, Percy, or do you just want to kill me? [ ... ] I'm glad he gave you your sword.