[If anything, her tone tugs the corner of his mouth up, but not because he's glad. No--it's just a reflex of solidarity, understanding.
Yeah, he's pretty bitter about it too.
He'd lived through the death of his parents, through self-imposed isolation at the orphanage, even through-- whatever rocky relationship he must've had with Elliot to get to the point they'd been at. He'd had something closer to "happiness" than he'd ever thought he'd get, and all he'd had to do was keep one person safe.
And he couldn't, it seems, even manage to do that right.
What would he want?
Penance, maybe. He may not have had any hand in the supposed disaster beyond their prison, but that hardly matters now. Maybe this was his penance, for... he doesn't even know. For letting Elliot into his life in the first place. But no amount of suffering, moping, or even fighting to survive on his part is going to summon Elliot out of the air.
What would he want?
To have never been given this... chance, if one could call it that. Elliot would've made-- well, maybe not better decisions, but. He would've been stronger. He would've fought harder. He would've deserved to stay breathing when so many others had fallen. It never should've been him in the first place. He still doesn't understand why it was.]
I'd want to do what I could to make sure whomever wanted to live got out of here safely.
[Leo's not stupid. He'd known, more or less, that there was hardly any chance of leaving this place the moment he'd let Alice take a saw to his foot. He'd hoped they could gain something from him before he died, and frankly, he's still kind of shocked that never happened.
But now... with everything they've learned... well.
Maybe they'll find something helpful for him do, some sort of distraction while they make their escape. Or maybe the best he'll be able to do is make sure he isn't one more burden they'll have to worry about. With everyone against them but Ciel dead, he supposes he'll find out sooner rather than later, what his part in this story is meant to be.]
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Yeah, he's pretty bitter about it too.
He'd lived through the death of his parents, through self-imposed isolation at the orphanage, even through-- whatever rocky relationship he must've had with Elliot to get to the point they'd been at. He'd had something closer to "happiness" than he'd ever thought he'd get, and all he'd had to do was keep one person safe.
And he couldn't, it seems, even manage to do that right.
What would he want?
Penance, maybe. He may not have had any hand in the supposed disaster beyond their prison, but that hardly matters now. Maybe this was his penance, for... he doesn't even know. For letting Elliot into his life in the first place. But no amount of suffering, moping, or even fighting to survive on his part is going to summon Elliot out of the air.
What would he want?
To have never been given this... chance, if one could call it that. Elliot would've made-- well, maybe not better decisions, but. He would've been stronger. He would've fought harder. He would've deserved to stay breathing when so many others had fallen. It never should've been him in the first place. He still doesn't understand why it was.]
I'd want to do what I could to make sure whomever wanted to live got out of here safely.
[Leo's not stupid. He'd known, more or less, that there was hardly any chance of leaving this place the moment he'd let Alice take a saw to his foot. He'd hoped they could gain something from him before he died, and frankly, he's still kind of shocked that never happened.
But now... with everything they've learned... well.
Maybe they'll find something helpful for him do, some sort of distraction while they make their escape. Or maybe the best he'll be able to do is make sure he isn't one more burden they'll have to worry about. With everyone against them but Ciel dead, he supposes he'll find out sooner rather than later, what his part in this story is meant to be.]