Now I know there's no one I can trust - I used to think there was
you can tell me that I'm cutthroat but I think you've got your eyes closed
you can tell me that I'm cutthroat but I think you've got your eyes closed
It's like hearing someone speak above water after years of people shouting down at him through pond scum, and Bart's face plainly shows it. "See, that makes sense. And it pisses me off that she couldn't just do it from the start, y'know? Why make you poor sods suffer and scare away new blood to boot?" Why not wake Dygra early, or allow them the ability to feel outside of that weird room? Bart is used to being small-minded and focused on the here and now, but he won't pretend to understand something he sees as a glaring problem in the recruitment tactics The Voice had utilized.
The apologies are unfortunately familiar, and Bart's neck goes a ruddy shade as his jaw feathers slightly. A reaction to the tangle of emotion in his chest more than the man who had inspired it. "Way I see it, just cuz the Old Gods said you guys are cool in their book don't mean ya aren't still the underdogs. Ain't gonna let ya be left out and ostracized a second time." He'll cater to them on his own if the rest of the world won't.
It's a relief to snort a laugh at the reemergence of humor, and Bart takes the initiative to creep out onto the sandy bank towards the clothes he can see down the shoreline. "Don't curse me with that, Fox. If I get schemin' cattle now, I'm huntin' you down." He pauses in stride to shoot a wicked grin over his shoulder. "Think that'll be a fun change of pace for ya?"
The apologies are unfortunately familiar, and Bart's neck goes a ruddy shade as his jaw feathers slightly. A reaction to the tangle of emotion in his chest more than the man who had inspired it. "Way I see it, just cuz the Old Gods said you guys are cool in their book don't mean ya aren't still the underdogs. Ain't gonna let ya be left out and ostracized a second time." He'll cater to them on his own if the rest of the world won't.
It's a relief to snort a laugh at the reemergence of humor, and Bart takes the initiative to creep out onto the sandy bank towards the clothes he can see down the shoreline. "Don't curse me with that, Fox. If I get schemin' cattle now, I'm huntin' you down." He pauses in stride to shoot a wicked grin over his shoulder. "Think that'll be a fun change of pace for ya?"
Feel the fear and swallow back the tears
let weakness disappear
let weakness disappear
BARTHOLOMEW
