#[ let me know if you'd rather a diff prompt / scenario 😭 ]

[antielevator]

@moldcursed sent: injury meme. // go feral, pick something. ✌️

"Fffffuck--!"

Sebastian has to dig his fingers into the dirt beneath him to keep from wrapping his palm around Ethan's throat. He's not in his right mind-- he can't be in his right mind, because this isn't the Ethan he remembers-- and in that, murder just doesn't feel right.

He's lost too many people. Being directly responsible for the death of one of them feels like too much even in theory.

"Are you--" God, it hurts. "Fucking done, then?"

He doesn't look down at the wound Ethan created in him. He won't even try to make sense of it. Sebastian clings onto the pathetic, miserable possibility that Ethan is still in there somewhere based solely on the fact that he didn't aim for anything vital.

His heels dig into the ground, and as he presses his fingers in harder, dirt collects thickly under his nails.

"Get a hold of yourself, Winters."

That might have come out firmer if Sebastian wasn't trying not to groan in pain.