[Fern pauses as Varian's fingers close around his arm, and he glances downwards, his strategizing put on hold. He doesn't want to hurt Varian, even though that would make things a lot simpler that would also wind up hurting himself. So he pauses, lifting his gaze back up to look at the other boy.
No, not at him. Through him. The consequences of his plan beyond how it'll affect the Finn part of him are going in one ear and out the other. There's more talk about friendship, which this isn't, and Ruby having problems he could care less about. It'll help Finn, so he just tugs his arm away and heads out the door, not realizing the five foot limit for the candle is the threshold.
He steps out onto the porch, and in an instant is hit with everything the candle had been keeping at bay. The anger, the confusion, the frustration. The despair at being rejected. But above all of that is the realization of what he's doing, what he is: a complete and total failure.
Fern staggers and then stops, his grass giving a violent twitch at the return of his, as the letter put it, mental anguish. It doesn't stop trembling as he grabs his head, then looks down at his sword. He still understands why he's formed it, but as he stares down at it sinks in just how much Varian would hate him if he went through with this. As much as he hates Ruby, and as happy as he would be if she were dead, there's no way it can be at the cost of Varian.]
I... I don't believe this.
[All the fight goes out of him as he sinks down to his knees.]
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No, not at him. Through him. The consequences of his plan beyond how it'll affect the Finn part of him are going in one ear and out the other. There's more talk about friendship, which this isn't, and Ruby having problems he could care less about. It'll help Finn, so he just tugs his arm away and heads out the door, not realizing the five foot limit for the candle is the threshold.
He steps out onto the porch, and in an instant is hit with everything the candle had been keeping at bay. The anger, the confusion, the frustration. The despair at being rejected. But above all of that is the realization of what he's doing, what he is: a complete and total failure.
Fern staggers and then stops, his grass giving a violent twitch at the return of his, as the letter put it, mental anguish. It doesn't stop trembling as he grabs his head, then looks down at his sword. He still understands why he's formed it, but as he stares down at it sinks in just how much Varian would hate him if he went through with this. As much as he hates Ruby, and as happy as he would be if she were dead, there's no way it can be at the cost of Varian.]
I... I don't believe this.
[All the fight goes out of him as he sinks down to his knees.]