[ CRAWLING ANGSTFEST ... EVEN BETTER ... how the hell is he supposed to respect you anymore if you can't even mope like a decent person ... >:-(
Besides, he wasn't aware Oz ever existed until Gilbert became enamored with a kid who sincerely believed shonen optimism could save the day. It's kind of unfair, okay — no one tells him anything?! He practically had to wheedle it out of Oz with the threat of bug evisceration hanging over their heads, then Leo threw a wrench into things before dissipating right into the woodwork. Plus, he got insulted by his literal hero, Xerxes Break. If he can't trust his own family, he's destined to live out the rest of his days as a hermetic monk tilling soil and meditating on the bullshit he's gotten ensnared with thus far. It might be better for everyone if he did, but that's out of the question with his attitude. And, you know, that he can't start something without fucking it up halfway through.
In terms of ethos, Elliot's a loser through and through. He's just an unintentional one. ]
I suppose Vincent didn't mention that he threw a child out of his apartment window the other day.
[ That seems like a serious enough preface. Elliot pauses, allowing that idea to disseminate ugly notions about the reliability of their currently presumed insane sibling, then: ] I found her, by the way. She was bleeding profusely from the forehead and attempting to climb back in. I took the liberty of escorting her to the hospital because she clearly wasn't in her right mind.
[ He's not the type for voyeurism, but something in his tone scintillates. Words catching light in full-blown exposure, intending to cut through anything Gilbert might attempt to conceal with equivocation or well-intentioned duplicity. ]
You're my brother, Gilbert. You'd tell me if anything was troubling you, correct?
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Besides, he wasn't aware Oz ever existed until Gilbert became enamored with a kid who sincerely believed shonen optimism could save the day. It's kind of unfair, okay — no one tells him anything?! He practically had to wheedle it out of Oz with the threat of bug evisceration hanging over their heads, then Leo threw a wrench into things before dissipating right into the woodwork. Plus, he got insulted by his literal hero, Xerxes Break. If he can't trust his own family, he's destined to live out the rest of his days as a hermetic monk tilling soil and meditating on the bullshit he's gotten ensnared with thus far. It might be better for everyone if he did, but that's out of the question with his attitude. And, you know, that he can't start something without fucking it up halfway through.
In terms of ethos, Elliot's a loser through and through. He's just an unintentional one. ]
I suppose Vincent didn't mention that he threw a child out of his apartment window the other day.
[ That seems like a serious enough preface. Elliot pauses, allowing that idea to disseminate ugly notions about the reliability of their currently presumed insane sibling, then: ] I found her, by the way. She was bleeding profusely from the forehead and attempting to climb back in. I took the liberty of escorting her to the hospital because she clearly wasn't in her right mind.
[ He's not the type for voyeurism, but something in his tone scintillates. Words catching light in full-blown exposure, intending to cut through anything Gilbert might attempt to conceal with equivocation or well-intentioned duplicity. ]
You're my brother, Gilbert. You'd tell me if anything was troubling you, correct?