[ For a second, his pride bolsters in a way it shouldn't. It clouds over his worry for Molly and the situation, then blinds him from Grace's disappearance. Instead, his gaze is locked onto the two in front of him. If he had let his best friend die by someone's hand... If someone else aside from Omi had to execute Fukuda. How would he feel—what right do they have. What right does Douman have?
There is no sympathy when he sees them lose their last eye—they overstepped their boundaries. He doesn't care if they're an evil sorcerer from the Heian period, he's sure he's stronger than them. Most importantly: ]
He didn't choose you.
[ Gojou quickly grabs the knife in Douman's hand and stabs Omi's heart in the next second without hesitation. He feels nothing, just a familiar emptiness... It doesn't hit him until after the blow. The memories of Getou Suguru's smile, his laughter, and how he killed him—his one and only best friend—with his own hands in that alleyway. Is the wish, the dream, worth doing this again...?
Right. It's so no one ever needs to kill their loved ones, so that they don't need to consider killing at all, so they're not left in the cruel world. Broken.
[The shriek that Douman lets out is a piercing one, like the wail of a beast with its heart being ripped out by a hunter. Omi...Omi had attacked him, Omi had...]
[The world is plunged into darkness in an instant. Darkness is familiar. A close friend. But the words that come from Gojou disturb that comfort, like invaders bearing bloody swords, ready to slice them into pieces. Douman shakes, and lets out a loud wail, and this time, it isn't the wail of a beast, of a man-eater, of a monster.]
[Its just the miserable cry of a very miserable man.]
No...no no no no no no no no...no...
[They don't know where anything is. They don't know where Omi is. Everything hurts. Everything hurts. Why does it hurt? They shouldn't care. No, its more the gall of Gojou, the gall that this man has some power over Omi they don't...and...]
How could you...take him from me?! To spite me, is that it?! Because I can't have anything to myself, is that it??!!! I curse you!!! I CURSE YOU WITH EVERY FIBER OF MY BEING!!!
[Douman, still holding the knife, lashes out, stabbing, whether its Omi, whether its Gojou, they don't care. To live is to hurt others. That's the reality of Ashiya Douman.]
[And deep down, a voice seems to cry. Why...is their life filled with failures? Why, not once, why not a single time, can they succeed...?]
[Instead of Gojou, in the mind's eye, stands a brilliant figure, mischievous, smiling, warm, smart, wonderful, beautiful, loved by so many, loved by...loved by...hated by...hated by Douman immensely, being the symbol of everything they lost, everything they were pitied for.]
[Ashiya Douman sees Abe no Seimei laughing at him.]
[You can't become a Beast of Humanity because you don't understand love.]
but only for a second. it matches douman's in intensity, a wail of pain and betrayal, and then it's over. the lights flicker, and douman lashes out with the blade wildly, trying to catch anything. they hit omi once, and then gojou - with a neat shink, the blade swings down and into gojou's shoulder. not from the front, but a top down sort of swing. his arm instantly goes numb.
but the deed is done. omi is dead, and gojou - vanishes.
douman is left, for just a moment, crying - and then they vanish.
and then it's just molly. mollymauk tealeaf, dying, surrounded by bodies. he's alone.
empty. empty. empty.
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all four of them are dumped out into the common room of the station, surrounded by eight glowing lights, in terrible condition! however, each of them have some items that they recovered: a silver pocket watch, a blue and pink jacket, a trampled rose, and a red halfmask. all weapons are gone, except for the golf club that is through mollymauk because i personally think that's hilarious, and also it's making sure that his blood stays inside blood.
grace has the crab hat, and douman has the samurai hat.]
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There is no sympathy when he sees them lose their last eye—they overstepped their boundaries. He doesn't care if they're an evil sorcerer from the Heian period, he's sure he's stronger than them. Most importantly: ]
He didn't choose you.
[ Gojou quickly grabs the knife in Douman's hand and stabs Omi's heart in the next second without hesitation. He feels nothing, just a familiar emptiness... It doesn't hit him until after the blow. The memories of Getou Suguru's smile, his laughter, and how he killed him—his one and only best friend—with his own hands in that alleyway. Is the wish, the dream, worth doing this again...?
Right. It's so no one ever needs to kill their loved ones, so that they don't need to consider killing at all, so they're not left in the cruel world. Broken.
He thrusts the blade deeper into Omi. ]
... I'm sorry.
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[The world is plunged into darkness in an instant. Darkness is familiar. A close friend. But the words that come from Gojou disturb that comfort, like invaders bearing bloody swords, ready to slice them into pieces. Douman shakes, and lets out a loud wail, and this time, it isn't the wail of a beast, of a man-eater, of a monster.]
[Its just the miserable cry of a very miserable man.]
No...no no no no no no no no...no...
[They don't know where anything is. They don't know where Omi is. Everything hurts. Everything hurts. Why does it hurt? They shouldn't care. No, its more the gall of Gojou, the gall that this man has some power over Omi they don't...and...]
How could you...take him from me?! To spite me, is that it?! Because I can't have anything to myself, is that it??!!! I curse you!!! I CURSE YOU WITH EVERY FIBER OF MY BEING!!!
[Douman, still holding the knife, lashes out, stabbing, whether its Omi, whether its Gojou, they don't care. To live is to hurt others. That's the reality of Ashiya Douman.]
[And deep down, a voice seems to cry. Why...is their life filled with failures? Why, not once, why not a single time, can they succeed...?]
[Instead of Gojou, in the mind's eye, stands a brilliant figure, mischievous, smiling, warm, smart, wonderful, beautiful, loved by so many, loved by...loved by...hated by...hated by Douman immensely, being the symbol of everything they lost, everything they were pitied for.]
[Ashiya Douman sees Abe no Seimei laughing at him.]
[You can't become a Beast of Humanity because you don't understand love.]
[Tears of blood streak down their face.]
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but only for a second. it matches douman's in intensity, a wail of pain and betrayal, and then it's over. the lights flicker, and douman lashes out with the blade wildly, trying to catch anything. they hit omi once, and then gojou - with a neat shink, the blade swings down and into gojou's shoulder. not from the front, but a top down sort of swing. his arm instantly goes numb.
but the deed is done. omi is dead, and gojou - vanishes.
douman is left, for just a moment, crying - and then they vanish.
and then it's just molly. mollymauk tealeaf, dying, surrounded by bodies. he's alone.
empty. empty. empty.
-
all four of them are dumped out into the common room of the station, surrounded by eight glowing lights, in terrible condition! however, each of them have some items that they recovered: a silver pocket watch, a blue and pink jacket, a trampled rose, and a red halfmask. all weapons are gone, except for the golf club that is through mollymauk because i personally think that's hilarious, and also it's making sure that his blood stays inside blood.
grace has the crab hat, and douman has the samurai hat.]