I'm asking you to turn on your brothers. [ Mako lays it all out for him, point-blank, because if she doesn't, he would anyway. Those excuses don't sound very good now, do they? But they were important to him, she knows this. They are important to him, even if he hates some facets of it. This is his home, and Mako wishes, she wishes it wasn't.
She sees what it does to him, when this MC becomes more and more about vengeance, violence and exploitation, when it blurs the lines despite best intentions and they both know it. ]
I'm asking you to leave your home and the life you know, for me. [ It's a gamble, but it's a risk she's willing to take. All that she loses, after all, is her life -- the only way out of this MC is a deal, or a bullet through the temple. ] Raleigh. I'm asking you to stop. [ Then, even more quietly. ] I'm asking you to help me.
[Raleigh turns away from her slightly, can't really look at her right now. Of course she knows exactly what she's asking from him. Of course she's thought this all out. And of course she knows just what buttons to push.
He can't-- think. He needs space, he needs her to not be here, he needs to hit something, he needs a shot, he wants his brother back so much because Yancy, Yance what do I do?
He runs a hand over his jaw, feeling the day old stubble there and focusing on the fact that he needs to shave is so much better than the rest of it. He should kill her. He should take her by the hand and never let go.]
[ Mako doesn't stop him. She's aware of his habits, of what he does when he needs room to breathe, and she gives him to him without comment, her gaze trailing over to the gun on the coffee table. Would he come out after his shower and kill her, or would he tell her yes?
It could go either way, to be perfectly honest. She relaxes, the tension bleeding into exhaustion; she's tired of being mired in both sides at once -- Raleigh's become someone she cannot lose, someone she would fight to hang on to, and she knows, at the same time, if he knew about it he would fight, too, to keep her on his side of the fence, and that would never do. ]
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She sees what it does to him, when this MC becomes more and more about vengeance, violence and exploitation, when it blurs the lines despite best intentions and they both know it. ]
I'm asking you to leave your home and the life you know, for me. [ It's a gamble, but it's a risk she's willing to take. All that she loses, after all, is her life -- the only way out of this MC is a deal, or a bullet through the temple. ] Raleigh. I'm asking you to stop. [ Then, even more quietly. ] I'm asking you to help me.
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He can't-- think. He needs space, he needs her to not be here, he needs to hit something, he needs a shot, he wants his brother back so much because Yancy, Yance what do I do?
He runs a hand over his jaw, feeling the day old stubble there and focusing on the fact that he needs to shave is so much better than the rest of it. He should kill her. He should take her by the hand and never let go.]
I'm going to take a shower.
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It could go either way, to be perfectly honest. She relaxes, the tension bleeding into exhaustion; she's tired of being mired in both sides at once -- Raleigh's become someone she cannot lose, someone she would fight to hang on to, and she knows, at the same time, if he knew about it he would fight, too, to keep her on his side of the fence, and that would never do. ]