[Close to the end of October and after a particular conversation with Vira-Lorr, Reaper was finally lashing out in a far more healthy way than usual.]
Watching you each and every day make your stupid protective rounds is pathetic. You want to protect those that you failed, get back on those ridiculous prosthetic legs and do something.
Worst part is I know you can't even read this. Because you're a coward whose failed one too many times to take it again. So you just let yourself disappear.
[He's thought about it for a few more hours, probably roosting on a roof with his eyes following deer-Maul emerge from the dark all over again. Night after night, day after day, it's the same.]
For someone who has apparently been beaten for failure, you certainly have turned tail and fled from facing it this time.
We're soldiers; we do terrible things so other people don't have to. Our failures mean people die, but if we survive, we right those wrongs.
We're not supposed to kill the deer here. If I'm going to lose you to your flight from failure and regrets, I'll end you so you don't have to exist like this.
A weak, pathetic shadow of yourself. Guard duty is for infantry. You're better than this.
[He had clearly been thinking and maybe realized that he didn't have anyone to talk about Maul to, given how secretive he was. So that left him railing at Maul's inbox.]
Moira was here when I arrived two years ago; she's my best friend. She'd be the one who I'd talk to, though most of her responses were calling me some colourful word for idiot.
She's gone now. There are a few very select people who can say they know something about me. There are even less that have my trust.
I had that faint hope I had found someone I could trust more in you. Hope never fails to let me down hard.
[This came a few hours later because when he was hurt, he thought about it like worrying at a deep sliver. After he'd made a mess of things, what's left of Reyes would switch into destructive Reaper mode.
And then he simply became angry.]
No. You're not getting away with this. You're not just taking the easy road on this. You don't get the option to disappear without paying with a pound of flesh.
I'm going to find you, Maul. I'm going to tear that deer hide off of you, reach inside and find what's left of your cowardly mewling self and tear it out. If you won't come back, I'll mount what's left of you on a pole in those boys' front yard so they can forever see how much of a protector you are.
[He's of course not here, but wow, when he gets back and finds Reaper's messages blowing up his Fluid he's going to have so many questions for the man. What he will not do is admit that he might be a little touched someone is this worried and concerned about him at all.]
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Text; un: Reaper 1/?
Watching you each and every day make your stupid protective rounds is pathetic. You want to protect those that you failed, get back on those ridiculous prosthetic legs and do something.
Worst part is I know you can't even read this. Because you're a coward whose failed one too many times to take it again. So you just let yourself disappear.
2/?
For someone who has apparently been beaten for failure, you certainly have turned tail and fled from facing it this time.
We're soldiers; we do terrible things so other people don't have to. Our failures mean people die, but if we survive, we right those wrongs.
Eye for an eye. Strategically speaking.
3/?
We had a connection. We had an understanding.
It seems I was wrong.
4/?
A weak, pathetic shadow of yourself. Guard duty is for infantry. You're better than this.
5/6
Moira was here when I arrived two years ago; she's my best friend. She'd be the one who I'd talk to, though most of her responses were calling me some colourful word for idiot.
She's gone now. There are a few very select people who can say they know something about me. There are even less that have my trust.
I had that faint hope I had found someone I could trust more in you. Hope never fails to let me down hard.
You've abandoned me and cut ties. Like them.
6/6
And then he simply became angry.]
No. You're not getting away with this. You're not just taking the easy road on this. You don't get the option to disappear without paying with a pound of flesh.
I'm going to find you, Maul. I'm going to tear that deer hide off of you, reach inside and find what's left of your cowardly mewling self and tear it out. If you won't come back, I'll mount what's left of you on a pole in those boys' front yard so they can forever see how much of a protector you are.
Prepare yourself.
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