bartholomew
Where indeed, because Bart had taken his shit and disappeared the second the war truly started. He wasn't stupid - he'd known what the outcome would be, and he had wanted to carry those last goodbyes with his brother in solitude, refusing all other socialization so that new memories and interactions couldn't muddle it up in his head. And so that when the news came of the triumphant victory of the Old God warriors, Bart could lost his mind in privacy.
Instead of answering he takes another long pull off the bottle in his hand, though his eyes never waver from Sunjata's. He's got that kicked-puppy look going on. The one he always wears when he's preparing to get his shit rocked physically or verbally. "Wipe that look offa yer face. Hate seein' someone go back to what they looked like when their daddy would be preppin' to beat 'em around." Because he'd seen that face in the mirror a thousand times before he'd learned to take after Nate and plaster on a cocky, baiting grin.
It's a bare-bones starter, and Bart snorts. "Sorry for what, man? Me losin' him too? Fine. Thanks." Then the cloud of meanness descends over the easy out he'd just given the Flood. "Cuz ya better be real specific 'bout what yer sayin' sorry for. There's some things I'm not gonna be so forgivin' about." Like that blonde over in the corner that Sunjata saw fit to start playing house with recently.
Instead of answering he takes another long pull off the bottle in his hand, though his eyes never waver from Sunjata's. He's got that kicked-puppy look going on. The one he always wears when he's preparing to get his shit rocked physically or verbally. "Wipe that look offa yer face. Hate seein' someone go back to what they looked like when their daddy would be preppin' to beat 'em around." Because he'd seen that face in the mirror a thousand times before he'd learned to take after Nate and plaster on a cocky, baiting grin.
It's a bare-bones starter, and Bart snorts. "Sorry for what, man? Me losin' him too? Fine. Thanks." Then the cloud of meanness descends over the easy out he'd just given the Flood. "Cuz ya better be real specific 'bout what yer sayin' sorry for. There's some things I'm not gonna be so forgivin' about." Like that blonde over in the corner that Sunjata saw fit to start playing house with recently.
Wake up, or you'll wake up six feet down
nobody's got your back in this town
nobody's got your back in this town
