open-ish | the... sailor fight....

[castitas]

Who: Kate Marsh, Cornelius Hickey, Edward Little, Thomas Jopson, and basically everyone, eventually.
What: Edward Little told Kate Marsh if Cornelius Hickey ever spoke to her again, then she had to come tell him. WELL GUESS WHAT.
When: 21st February.
Where: Various, Milton.

Content Warnings: Discussions involving cannibalism and suicide, including method of suicide (wrist injuries). Major spoilers for AMC's The Terror. Also fighting.

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[friendsfordinner]

[ hey what the fuck does cringe mean

Hickey raises an eyebrow before pointing out, doing a poor job of hiding the anger in his voice, ]

The next thing that happens is everything hurts. Your joints, your mind, even something as simple as the sun. You can't walk, can barely string together a sentence. It's a nasty way to go. And the only thing that even seemed to help is meat. Not toughing it out, not morality, not God and all his fucking useless angels on high. Meat. So I took what I could get.

You sit there and moralize but all I'm guilty of is trying to keep me and mine alive. And they're going to have to make that choice here sooner than you realize.

[castitas]

[ she's not telling him what it means, wow you're even more cringe, Mr Hickey

But the anger in him is... spooking her a little and she shrinks back a little. Her voice trembles a little as she speaks: fear, running on adrenaline, and horror. But he says it, he says exactly it. ]

We aren't even people to you. You used those men like they weren't even people. [ Just meat, and the thought haunts her. He did that to Mr Goodsir, made him butcher other dead men and then butchered him when he made his choice. ]

You're guilty of more than that, don't even lie. And you tried, and you couldn't even get it right. [ Her point still stands. Eating sick and dying people isn't exactly the best idea — you're only filling yourself with more lead. ] You just made everything worse for everyone. You suck at surviving.

It's not gonna happen again.

[friendsfordinner]

You're saying a lot of definite things for someone who doesn't know shit about me.

[ And without even thinking, Hickey steps closer and reaches out to grab Kate's arm: she's staying here and hearing what he wants to say. ]

i'll have her dip out in the next tag if you're cool!

[castitas]

[ He grabs her arm. Kate jumps in surprise, not expecting it, eyes wide for a long moment. For all of what's being said, the sudden sensation of his hand at her arm is jarring enough for real panic to flash in her eyes.

Mr Hickey is still a dangerous man. ]

Let go.

works for me!

[friendsfordinner]

[ He doesn't let go. ]

You already made up your mind about all this, haven't you? It doesn't matter what I'd say, I'm already the bad guy in your mind.

[ Try as he may to hide it, Hickey is pissed about that assessment, barely hiding the anger in his voice. ]

[castitas]

[ She doesn't answer him, still frozen in that panicked horror. He doesn't let go and her breathing quickens. Her thoughts loud in the air, enough for him to hear: 'Let go let go let go'. There's a long beat, and her face scrunches up briefly. With as much as she can muster, she wrenches her arm free from his grasp.

Without a word, she bolts out the kitchen and out of the Hall. ]