[All that Dean can gather from these statements is that she knows everyone. Everyone who died, and the person who killed them. Making the choice to destroy this person - this Vriska - is what is causing her the most pain.
Getting Terezi to question her decision isn't helpful, but supporting her by asking about the consequences and the method is better than sitting back and saying nothing at all.
This is clearly one of the hardest things she's ever done.]
[A coin? Leaving everything to Fate, huh? Jesus, Dean really hates Fate.
He leans over, reaching across the table to pick up the coin. It looks like a regular two-faced quarter with a big scrape on one side. Belatedly, it reminds him of Harvey Dent and Batman, but then he remembers that this is serious and leaving things to luck is a shit idea.
How do you control luck, anyway?]
Can you go through with it? And I don't mean in a "because I have to" way, 'cause it's easy to think about. Things always sound smoother in theory.
[After all, Sam couldn't kill their father even when Yellow-Eyes was inside of him.]
You can prepare yourself any way you like, but when it all boils down, you're gonna hafta make the decision then and there, when it happens. You can't just wait and see.
[Dean won't sugar-coat it, either.]
It's gonna suck. Either way, it's gonna suck, and you're gonna hate yourself or somebody else - Hell, you might even hate both at the same time. But don't leave it to Fate. Screw Fate. Screw luck. You're the one makin' the choice, not this.
[He slides the coin back across the table, and it stops just short of Terezi's reach, in the middle.]
Now, I'm not sayin' to pick the lesser of two evils because it makes you feel better. If you wanna prove this bitch wrong, you gotta do it the hard way.
[Dean had a choice, once. Sam went rogue, killed a hunter, asked Dean to kill him. Begged Dean to kill him, to make him stop. Turns out Sam was being possessed by a demon, and all it took was a little salt and a little Latin to get the fucker out of him. Not everything turns out that easily, though.]
Or you're gonna have to be ready for the consequences.
[ She's practically holding her breath while he speaks. Listening, chewing slightly on her lower lip. Taking mental notes, trying to understand Dean's hate of fate. Focusing on the scene of her and Karkat's bodies, lying in their own blood.
When he's done, she exhales and introduces her head to the table. Doof. Let's do that one or more times. Doof, doof, doof.
Breathe, Terezi. Breathing. Breathe. She keeps her face against the table, squishing her cheek to turn and 'look' at Dean. ]
[Dean watches Terezi hit her head once, twice, two more times after that. He knows the feeling all too well.
It's helplessness.]
Yeah.
[After months. After years of trying to forget. Pieces fade away. Fragments of memory are lost, feelings change. They warp and bend with time. You remember to suffer, but you don't always remember the reason behind the pain.
But he can't tell her that.
She's practically a kid.]
It'll be a while. And you'll wanna scream. Tear things apart, break 'em into pieces just 'cause you can. You won't feel the way you used to, because you're gonna be stronger if you ride it out.
[ Terezi's quiet for a minute or so before responding. ]
[ She pulls back from the table, resting her head on her Scalemate again. With one finger, she reaches out, tears a bit of bread off the bun of the forgotten, cooling hamburger and nibbles it. Terezi remains silent during the whole process. Thoughtful, even. ]
[ How do you even describe someone you once called 'Sister'? ]
[ She makes a small hand-motion towards her eyes. ]
[ She tilts her head, facing the table. The expression on her face is a mix between confusion and worry. No one's supposed to see that. ]
[ She'll lean over, sniffing and (gently) headbutting at Dean's arm. Bunp, bunp, bunp. This is about as genuinely affection she'll get with anyone who she isn't flushed for. Bunp, bunp, bunp, bunp. ]
[ There's the ghost of her usual grin on her face. ]
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Date: 2011-09-04 05:22 am (UTC)Getting Terezi to question her decision isn't helpful, but supporting her by asking about the consequences and the method is better than sitting back and saying nothing at all.
This is clearly one of the hardest things she's ever done.]
So how're you gonna do it?
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Date: 2011-09-04 05:27 am (UTC)[ Her hand slips into a pocket and pulls it out. Shows him one side. ]
[ Shows the other side with a massive gash through it. ]
[ She places the coin on the table. Scratch-up. ]
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Date: 2011-09-04 03:46 pm (UTC)He leans over, reaching across the table to pick up the coin. It looks like a regular two-faced quarter with a big scrape on one side. Belatedly, it reminds him of Harvey Dent and Batman, but then he remembers that this is serious and leaving things to luck is a shit idea.
How do you control luck, anyway?]
Can you go through with it? And I don't mean in a "because I have to" way, 'cause it's easy to think about. Things always sound smoother in theory.
[After all, Sam couldn't kill their father even when Yellow-Eyes was inside of him.]
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Date: 2011-09-04 04:37 pm (UTC)action;
Date: 2011-09-04 05:24 pm (UTC)[Just look up at him for a second, huh?]
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Date: 2011-09-04 05:25 pm (UTC)[ Head back up, 'staring.' ]
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Date: 2011-09-04 05:50 pm (UTC)[Seriously. He knows.]
You can prepare yourself any way you like, but when it all boils down, you're gonna hafta make the decision then and there, when it happens. You can't just wait and see.
[Dean won't sugar-coat it, either.]
It's gonna suck. Either way, it's gonna suck, and you're gonna hate yourself or somebody else - Hell, you might even hate both at the same time. But don't leave it to Fate. Screw Fate. Screw luck. You're the one makin' the choice, not this.
[He slides the coin back across the table, and it stops just short of Terezi's reach, in the middle.]
Now, I'm not sayin' to pick the lesser of two evils because it makes you feel better. If you wanna prove this bitch wrong, you gotta do it the hard way.
[Dean had a choice, once. Sam went rogue, killed a hunter, asked Dean to kill him. Begged Dean to kill him, to make him stop. Turns out Sam was being possessed by a demon, and all it took was a little salt and a little Latin to get the fucker out of him. Not everything turns out that easily, though.]
Or you're gonna have to be ready for the consequences.
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Date: 2011-09-11 05:14 am (UTC)When he's done, she exhales and introduces her head to the table. Doof. Let's do that one or more times. Doof, doof, doof.
Breathe, Terezi. Breathing. Breathe. She keeps her face against the table, squishing her cheek to turn and 'look' at Dean. ]
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Date: 2011-09-11 06:27 am (UTC)It's helplessness.]
Yeah.
[After months. After years of trying to forget. Pieces fade away. Fragments of memory are lost, feelings change. They warp and bend with time. You remember to suffer, but you don't always remember the reason behind the pain.
But he can't tell her that.
She's practically a kid.]
It'll be a while. And you'll wanna scream. Tear things apart, break 'em into pieces just 'cause you can. You won't feel the way you used to, because you're gonna be stronger if you ride it out.
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Date: 2011-09-22 10:29 pm (UTC)[ She pulls back from the table, resting her head on her Scalemate again. With one finger, she reaches out, tears a bit of bread off the bun of the forgotten, cooling hamburger and nibbles it. Terezi remains silent during the whole process. Thoughtful, even. ]
[ How do you even describe someone you once called 'Sister'? ]
[ She makes a small hand-motion towards her eyes. ]
[ She tilts her head, facing the table. The expression on her face is a mix between confusion and worry. No one's supposed to see that. ]
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Date: 2011-09-30 08:00 pm (UTC)And this Vriska took Terezi's sight? Trolls are a lot more brutal than Dean took them for.]
Hey, I know. You still care, and it still fucking hurts.
[He gets up and scoots around the table, throwing an arm over her shoulders.]
You're gonna be all right, kiddo. You're tough as nails.
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Date: 2011-10-07 01:29 am (UTC)[ There's the ghost of her usual grin on her face. ]
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Date: 2011-10-08 08:00 pm (UTC)[Dean smiles crookedly, pulling his arm back and nudging her with his shoulder instead.]
But lemme know if you ever wanna talk again. I always got pie in the fridge.
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