[It feels like the water itself is dragging at him, refusing to let go even as Koromaru pulls him over to the shore and Rolo drags himself onto drier land. There's a burning in his skin and he can't tell if it's some effect of the dark water itself or just the pain from his leg hitting harder as adrenaline begins to fade, the most immediate threat dealt with.
Koromaru's barking draws Rolo's attention back to said thread – the clown fallen and definitely not coming back from that and yet–
Is he dead yet? Hard to be sure. The dog doesn't seem to think it's safe yet.
It strikes Rolo that all this could have been avoided had he just taken care of it right away. If he hadn't hesitated, if he wasn't clinging to that other life where things like killing didn't come so easily. Is there any use in being normal if he's this useless as a result of it? Is the certainty of his brother's love worth potentially failing him if another such threat arises? He can handle the thought of Lelouch lying to him, but he can't handle the possibility of losing him.
With grit teeth, Rolo drags himself along the ground to where the clown lays. And there's his knife, where he must have lost his grip on it when the masked fucker chucked him at this guy. Rolo picks it back up and gives the lunatic's body a cold once-over.
The screaming pain in his leg and everywhere else do a good job of smothering the horrified, weak other voice in his head. Efficiently and unceremoniously, Rolo slashes the blade across the man's throat.]
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Koromaru's barking draws Rolo's attention back to said thread – the clown fallen and definitely not coming back from that and yet–
Is he dead yet? Hard to be sure. The dog doesn't seem to think it's safe yet.
It strikes Rolo that all this could have been avoided had he just taken care of it right away. If he hadn't hesitated, if he wasn't clinging to that other life where things like killing didn't come so easily. Is there any use in being normal if he's this useless as a result of it? Is the certainty of his brother's love worth potentially failing him if another such threat arises? He can handle the thought of Lelouch lying to him, but he can't handle the possibility of losing him.
With grit teeth, Rolo drags himself along the ground to where the clown lays. And there's his knife, where he must have lost his grip on it when the masked fucker chucked him at this guy. Rolo picks it back up and gives the lunatic's body a cold once-over.
The screaming pain in his leg and everywhere else do a good job of smothering the horrified, weak other voice in his head. Efficiently and unceremoniously, Rolo slashes the blade across the man's throat.]