[Goodsir listens, fully expecting a more judgemental response. When it doesn't come, he's not sure how to react at first. So he just sits there, looking at Tim a while before he sighs and drops his gaze.]
I'm not sure. If what I did worked as intended, it would be a bad way to go.
I slit my wrists, once I was sure that the poison took hold. A final deception. I condemned them to a more painful end.
[Goodsir reaches for his tea and sips it before he dares look at Tim again.]
I believed us to be good men. I was so very wrong.
And even now, I don't regret it. I wish only it hadn't all been so pointless.
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Date: 2025-03-27 06:34 pm (UTC)I'm not sure. If what I did worked as intended, it would be a bad way to go.
I slit my wrists, once I was sure that the poison took hold. A final deception. I condemned them to a more painful end.
[Goodsir reaches for his tea and sips it before he dares look at Tim again.]
I believed us to be good men. I was so very wrong.
And even now, I don't regret it. I wish only it hadn't all been so pointless.