[There are words in the air. Low, dry, and raspy; strung together in a thick drawl. They're incomprehensible, but Dave doesn't need to hear them to know what they're saying.
This is your fault.
And it is.
If you hadn't been such a fuckass, I wouldn't have had to bail you out.
But he had had to, anyway.
How's it feel, knowing you're the reason someone died?
It --
Dave moves so fast that it doesn't occur to him until after he's got the tip of his sword pointed directly at the center of Terezi's throat that he's even on his feet.
Everything falls unnaturally still.
Air trapped in his lungs, eyes wide as fucking saucers. There is a goddamn sword pointed at his girlfriend's throat, as if he is about to prepare some really intricate troll sushi, and yet...
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This is your fault.
And it is.
If you hadn't been such a fuckass, I wouldn't have had to bail you out.
But he had had to, anyway.
How's it feel, knowing you're the reason someone died?
It --
Dave moves so fast that it doesn't occur to him until after he's got the tip of his sword pointed directly at the center of Terezi's throat that he's even on his feet.
Everything falls unnaturally still.
Air trapped in his lungs, eyes wide as fucking saucers. There is a goddamn sword pointed at his girlfriend's throat, as if he is about to prepare some really intricate troll sushi, and yet...
he
still
can't
fucking
move.
He should probably try to breathe soon.]