text | in spacetext no one can see you crying like a toddler.

[borndying]

Who cares if you die?

( feel free to interpret that however you please, denizens of the EXTREMELY POORLY NAMED tranquility! all possible interpretations are acceptable in harry's current state of complete emotional breakdown. he probably doesn't care if any of you die, for instance, and may bitterly resent you for having an actual answer to this question.

who cared when norman died? who really cared. people mourned the man who'd contributed so much, but that man was an idea. an image carefully cultivated. harry knew enough to know better, but even he wouldn't pretend to have known his father, and who's going to care when harry dies? just like norman did.

harry's legacy is just disappointment and isolation. his best friend is his only friend and he's pretty sure they're totally not friends any more, also. everything sucks and he broke a bottle when he got back to his room and he can't be bothered to clean it up, he's just going to sit here and hate all of you, publicly and violently, and

you know, by text, because he looks even shitter than usual. )

Comments

[borndying]

Shit, dude, did you know you're the first person to think of asking me that?

( harry. harry. )

[rebelled]

No, I'm not. But you are once again avoiding answering.

[borndying]

You're really good at this, you should go pro.

[rebelled]

[oh harry nameless stranger, the temptation is growing to come stare into your soul or something]

As are you.

[borndying]

Thanks, man.

( things harry says only because he's 90% sure it'll just annoy this dude even more. )

[rebelled]

You're welcome.

[sorry bro. he's too used to dealing with dean and his immaturity to get too annoyed. yet.]

You died before you arrived here.

[borndying]

Bzzt, wrong. Good try, though, points for confidence in your assertion.

[rebelled]

Somebody important to you then.

[borndying]

You wanna go for third time lucky?

( sure, norman died, but this isn't about norman except insofar as norman's mistakes have cast a shadow over everything his son does going forward. also, fuck norman. )

[rebelled]

You discovered that you are going to die when you return.

[because...yeah, he can't think of anything else now.]

[borndying]

Three strikes, buddy, you're out. Better luck next time.

( harry is a dick, film at eleven. )

[rebelled]

Somebody important to you then.

[though actually--]

Regardless of who it is, the loss will always be felt. Even by those who say they don't care.

[borndying]

( castiel is circling around something close, but this isn't just about death - his own or anyone else's - and what fueled this post is an interpersonal conflict that just happens to involve death. kind of importantly. he was never going to guess correctly, but saying it was rude of harry to encourage him to keep trying is, at this point, kind of like saying water runs downhill. he's been a rude little asshole to everyone on this post, it's a thing. )

Thanks for that, Dr Phil.

[rebelled]

My name is Castiel.

[because that's yet another reference that goes right over his head]

But you are welcome.