Those Goddesses put him on this God-forsaken island specifically to do this to him. Dangle people in front of his nose, and gut him with them. That nice man and his lovely wife, murderers. That girl he likes, mass-murderer. He'll probably get a call from Phil or Radar or Rambo or Gaeta or someone saying 'hey Hawk, by the way, I eat babies to live', and he'll just have to deal with that. Feel his sense of morals and decency twisting in his chest like metal in a train wreck. Hell- depending on the day and how generous he's feeling, Hawk is a murderer now! He led people in the style of the pied piper to their deaths twice now. That's all that seems to be on this island, just... death and more death, a grotesque mockery of the world he's from. Sure, they were up to their knees in wounded there too, but at least there things made sense. There was a home to go back to, where people mostly died of old age or misadventure and not murder, not guns, not- not-
Ah hell.
Fever almost sounds like she's really sad about it. In a moment she'll say something about how everyone she mass-murdered was a terrible awful person and Hawk will just have to believe her and pretend like it isn't strangling something in him. Better cut to the chase, even with his stomach churning.
"Hey- Fee, it's alright," he reaches to comfort her, "it doesn't matter."
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Those Goddesses put him on this God-forsaken island specifically to do this to him. Dangle people in front of his nose, and gut him with them. That nice man and his lovely wife, murderers. That girl he likes, mass-murderer. He'll probably get a call from Phil or Radar or Rambo or Gaeta or someone saying 'hey Hawk, by the way, I eat babies to live', and he'll just have to deal with that. Feel his sense of morals and decency twisting in his chest like metal in a train wreck. Hell- depending on the day and how generous he's feeling, Hawk is a murderer now! He led people in the style of the pied piper to their deaths twice now. That's all that seems to be on this island, just... death and more death, a grotesque mockery of the world he's from. Sure, they were up to their knees in wounded there too, but at least there things made sense. There was a home to go back to, where people mostly died of old age or misadventure and not murder, not guns, not- not-
Ah hell.
Fever almost sounds like she's really sad about it. In a moment she'll say something about how everyone she mass-murdered was a terrible awful person and Hawk will just have to believe her and pretend like it isn't strangling something in him. Better cut to the chase, even with his stomach churning.
"Hey- Fee, it's alright," he reaches to comfort her, "it doesn't matter."