❛ you were right. ❜
* bates motel prompts : accepting. @coltpythn.
spencer is burdened to the tragedy that writ his wrong - doings, an orphaned boy’s abdomen emptied against the gravel: he cannot escape such etchings of disloyalty. it shuns him from neighbourly interaction, would the residents not discern him the judas of his own tale? spencer locks himself away, the division of split gut is all but the most harrowing of all, forcibly returned to the confines of his being, but perhaps the seclusion was indeed worse. his fear of a monarch’s wrath does well to hide behind the weathered skin that marred aging lineaments. spencer felt at best a decade older in the weeks following his ailment, the most mundane tasks all the more trivial to he. alas, the words that followed were a statement of non - deserve. a forgiveness of sorts —- hell, an agreement. both of which spencer could not accept for the fickleness of his decisive nature. spencer had sinned, and penitance was mandatory.
❝ no. —- i wasn’t. ❞ he’s devout to an encounter that left him mutilated, innards unsheathed on heavenly ground. humanity wavered, but spencer remained stoic, even heartened his wisdom as a result. perhaps tragedy could unearth knowledge, even if when’st it left you hollow in return. it designs him a superior guise & he wishes to improve on his mistakes. ❝ a deal with negan wouldn’t have kept us safe. he would’ve betrayed us in the end. ❞ silence beats. ❝ i’m with you. ❞ it’s his way of apology, sincerity shaping his lineaments. ❝ i just wish i had been earlier. ❞
