[the hair slipping from his fingers barely registers since yuri's angered gaze meets his own quickly enough. a brief surprise comes at how fierce the expression on his friend's face is. for a moment, considering backing down comes, but never has a chance to manifest itself into an action.
the reason for that is the sudden, unavoidable punch coming right at his jaw. a full force collision leads to flynn flying toward the ground and ending sprawled out on it. the perk of sitting means not flying far, at least, even if it doesn't make it any less painful. he gives a groan before slowly propping himself up. a small, very small part of him begins to agree with some of those points. any full agreement stops within seconds because, right as he reaches up to touch his throbbing jaw, is when yuri speaks the last part. flynn freezes mid-reach.]
...I can't begin to understand the shit you've been through?
[he says that with the most incredulous, cold tone. no. no way in hell. maybe his reaction to the drinking was overboard and maybe some of what was just said holds truth to it, but there is no way in hell yuri will be allowed to slide with that comment. so many of them have suffered because of the shit yuri's done. all the deeds done in the name of good that branded the man a criminal: everyone one of them suffered.
another gritting of teeth comes, the rage burning far more furiously than before. flynn sits up, back toward yuri, with an eerie calmness. nothing happens for a few seconds. ...then, without any warning, he spins around and sends a solid, no holding back punch right back at the idiot sitting across from him. he hopes that fucking hurt, you goddamn moron.]
Do you have any idea how it feels like to deal with the shit you go through!? Do you have any idea how it felt to watch you murder Cumore in cold blood!? Do you know how much it hurt to consider turning my own sword against the person I care about most?! Do you really think I enjoy worrying about whether or not today will be the day that I see you hang for your crimes!? And do you ever stop to think how your actions hurt not only me but everyone else who gives a damn about you!? Estellise, Karol and all of us, we mourned you after Zaude so don't you dare tell me that what you doesn't impact every single one of us.
[they all cried. flynn cried. it hurt so much when his mom died, but it hurt even more when yuri was lost. the loss of the person dearest to him, the possibility of never even seeing a body for closure, hurt like nothing else.]
And I fucking know that!! I damn well know all my accomplishments are yours AND I TRIED TO GIVE THEM TO YOU, YOU ASSHOLE! [a brief forgetting that yuri hadn't actually been offered that yet happened, but whatever. flynn's far too fired up to concern himself with what has or hasn't happened.] I know I can't seem to do a damn thing right without you there, but you never let me try to carry my own burden!! Have I really failed you to the degree you can't trust me to pull my own weight!? How can I not try to act perfect all the damn time when anything less than that means screwing up!?
[look at how badly this screw up is going! and this is just from a couple drinks. what if something a little bigger happens and then people actually die!! the reason he acts like he does is because there's only so many times he can stand to watch people suffer all because of him!]
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the reason for that is the sudden, unavoidable punch coming right at his jaw. a full force collision leads to flynn flying toward the ground and ending sprawled out on it. the perk of sitting means not flying far, at least, even if it doesn't make it any less painful. he gives a groan before slowly propping himself up. a small, very small part of him begins to agree with some of those points. any full agreement stops within seconds because, right as he reaches up to touch his throbbing jaw, is when yuri speaks the last part. flynn freezes mid-reach.]
...I can't begin to understand the shit you've been through?
[he says that with the most incredulous, cold tone. no. no way in hell. maybe his reaction to the drinking was overboard and maybe some of what was just said holds truth to it, but there is no way in hell yuri will be allowed to slide with that comment. so many of them have suffered because of the shit yuri's done. all the deeds done in the name of good that branded the man a criminal: everyone one of them suffered.
another gritting of teeth comes, the rage burning far more furiously than before. flynn sits up, back toward yuri, with an eerie calmness. nothing happens for a few seconds. ...then, without any warning, he spins around and sends a solid, no holding back punch right back at the idiot sitting across from him. he hopes that fucking hurt, you goddamn moron.]
Do you have any idea how it feels like to deal with the shit you go through!? Do you have any idea how it felt to watch you murder Cumore in cold blood!? Do you know how much it hurt to consider turning my own sword against the person I care about most?! Do you really think I enjoy worrying about whether or not today will be the day that I see you hang for your crimes!? And do you ever stop to think how your actions hurt not only me but everyone else who gives a damn about you!? Estellise, Karol and all of us, we mourned you after Zaude so don't you dare tell me that what you doesn't impact every single one of us.
[they all cried. flynn cried. it hurt so much when his mom died, but it hurt even more when yuri was lost. the loss of the person dearest to him, the possibility of never even seeing a body for closure, hurt like nothing else.]
And I fucking know that!! I damn well know all my accomplishments are yours AND I TRIED TO GIVE THEM TO YOU, YOU ASSHOLE! [a brief forgetting that yuri hadn't actually been offered that yet happened, but whatever. flynn's far too fired up to concern himself with what has or hasn't happened.] I know I can't seem to do a damn thing right without you there, but you never let me try to carry my own burden!! Have I really failed you to the degree you can't trust me to pull my own weight!? How can I not try to act perfect all the damn time when anything less than that means screwing up!?
[look at how badly this screw up is going! and this is just from a couple drinks. what if something a little bigger happens and then people actually die!! the reason he acts like he does is because there's only so many times he can stand to watch people suffer all because of him!]