[ He isn't unaffected by the reference to people that he's hurt. Even with no names attached, because Gorgug doesn't need names; he knows exactly what Fabian means, though Fabian might not know the extent. The anger and the shame rises in his chest against the wall there keeping him mild, the one thing that Gorgug hadn't wanted to be mentioned, done so.
It washes through him, exhaled out through his lungs, and the opportunity to not be faced with what he's done is granted by the question of what he hasn't. Why doesn't he hurt Fabian? Isn't it obvious? When he's already said what he wants, and hurting Fabian doesn't really help with the making him stay part of his desire.
He's lonely. He wants someone, anyone.
But why Fabian, is still the question, isn't it? Gorgug is quiet for a pause, his vision glazed, without focus. ]
I got excited. I don't know why-- it was the test. [ The answers contradict one another, but they don't spill against each other; but each sound reasonable out of Gorgug's mouth, honest. He finally angles his head to look at Fabian, the distance between them. ] I already hurt you -- I told you to leave. I was just mad.
[ And doesn't that explain everything? Why he went around destroying parts of Etraya, haunting individuals and playing into the twisted game of whatever entity they think is behind this. Behind whatever--details that Gorgug doesn't care about right now the same way Fabian might.
But this doesn't answer why he's asked Fabian here, does it? That's the question that's sticking to Gorgug's mind more than explanations. Why Fabian--when Gorgug knows why, but formulating words to explain is difficult, hard to know where to begin. ]
Do you like me, Fabian? [ He asks it, though Fabian might have plenty he wants to say; about what's been said, but Gorgug doesn't care. He's watching Fabian, wanting to answer him; wanting to spill everything out about that 'why'. ] Will you come here?
[ He draws his hanging arm to rest the hand against his knee, expectant, waiting. His eyes tired, his face tired--everything about him unguarded, with nothing but his height--reduced by his sitting form--and half-orc features to give him anything near to an imposing figure.
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It washes through him, exhaled out through his lungs, and the opportunity to not be faced with what he's done is granted by the question of what he hasn't. Why doesn't he hurt Fabian? Isn't it obvious? When he's already said what he wants, and hurting Fabian doesn't really help with the making him stay part of his desire.
He's lonely. He wants someone, anyone.
But why Fabian, is still the question, isn't it? Gorgug is quiet for a pause, his vision glazed, without focus. ]
I got excited. I don't know why-- it was the test. [ The answers contradict one another, but they don't spill against each other; but each sound reasonable out of Gorgug's mouth, honest. He finally angles his head to look at Fabian, the distance between them. ] I already hurt you -- I told you to leave. I was just mad.
[ And doesn't that explain everything? Why he went around destroying parts of Etraya, haunting individuals and playing into the twisted game of whatever entity they think is behind this. Behind whatever--details that Gorgug doesn't care about right now the same way Fabian might.
But this doesn't answer why he's asked Fabian here, does it? That's the question that's sticking to Gorgug's mind more than explanations. Why Fabian--when Gorgug knows why, but formulating words to explain is difficult, hard to know where to begin. ]
Do you like me, Fabian? [ He asks it, though Fabian might have plenty he wants to say; about what's been said, but Gorgug doesn't care. He's watching Fabian, wanting to answer him; wanting to spill everything out about that 'why'. ] Will you come here?
[ He draws his hanging arm to rest the hand against his knee, expectant, waiting. His eyes tired, his face tired--everything about him unguarded, with nothing but his height--reduced by his sitting form--and half-orc features to give him anything near to an imposing figure.
And even that's not enough. ]