He hurts and he’s so fucking -- weary after all of this, after years and years and years of piloting and fighting and tearing kaiju limb from limb and spending time in Shatterdomes and medical bays and practically living in the goddamn Drift and watching pilot after pilot die and Chuck is so fucking tired that all he wants to do is just—
Lay down. Go to sleep. Never wake up.
Death is peace, death is easy. It’s living that’s a bitch and when you live in a world like this, when you look death in the eyes every single fucking day and mock it openly, tear it down with your bare hands and leave it writhing and raw on the floor, all cold and lonely like but still somehow peaceful and quiet and beckoning and at ease and tempting, that sometimes—
--sometimes.
Not that Chuck Hansen wants that peace, no no – make no mistake he does like his life, loves it, actually – would like more than anything to keep it, to grip it with his hands and hold it close to his heart and never let it go, like a lover he’s never had.
But sometimes.
sometimes. ]
Great. [ No punching. Fuck off, Becket – that’s what he wants to say but he doesn’t, he just looks at Raleigh, looks at the kit, then looks away, shoulders slumping. ]
Whatever. [ It’s the closest thing Raleigh will get to any sort of acquiescence, the closest thing to any sort of agreement or go ahead or permission that Chuck’s gonna give. ]
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He hurts and he’s so fucking -- weary after all of this, after years and years and years of piloting and fighting and tearing kaiju limb from limb and spending time in Shatterdomes and medical bays and practically living in the goddamn Drift and watching pilot after pilot die and Chuck is so fucking tired that all he wants to do is just—
Lay down. Go to sleep. Never wake up.
Death is peace, death is easy. It’s living that’s a bitch and when you live in a world like this, when you look death in the eyes every single fucking day and mock it openly, tear it down with your bare hands and leave it writhing and raw on the floor, all cold and lonely like but still somehow peaceful and quiet and beckoning and at ease and tempting, that sometimes—
--sometimes.
Not that Chuck Hansen wants that peace, no no – make no mistake he does like his life, loves it, actually – would like more than anything to keep it, to grip it with his hands and hold it close to his heart and never let it go, like a lover he’s never had.
But sometimes.
sometimes. ]
Great. [ No punching. Fuck off, Becket – that’s what he wants to say but he doesn’t, he just looks at Raleigh, looks at the kit, then looks away, shoulders slumping. ]
Whatever. [ It’s the closest thing Raleigh will get to any sort of acquiescence, the closest thing to any sort of agreement or go ahead or permission that Chuck’s gonna give. ]