[ Dirk waits until he's sure. His heart hammers in his chest and he thinks he's going to be sick as he raises the blade, guilt washing over him in a terrible wave.
Dave.
Dave. Dave. Dave. Dave.
What a failure he was.
His hands shake as he adjusts his stance, bile rising in his throat as he draws it up and behind his head. It comes down and Dirk realizes he's screaming only after the blade sinks into the ground. He tosses it aside, hands coming up to grip his hair and he just
keeps
screaming.
He doesn't know who it is that finds him, he's making a racket loud enough to attract the dead but that's not what comes. He turns and sees a glint of silver and hears someone cry Dirk what have you DONE. ]
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Dave.
Dave. Dave. Dave. Dave.
What a failure he was.
His hands shake as he adjusts his stance, bile rising in his throat as he draws it up and behind his head. It comes down and Dirk realizes he's screaming only after the blade sinks into the ground. He tosses it aside, hands coming up to grip his hair and he just
keeps
screaming.
He doesn't know who it is that finds him, he's making a racket loud enough to attract the dead but that's not what comes. He turns and sees a glint of silver and hears someone cry Dirk what have you DONE. ]