“You bastard,” you spit, seething at this point. Placing Dave’s limp upper body on the ground, you get up, stomping towards Dirk.“You fucking heartless stone-cold bastard,”
He begins to back away, dropping his katana as you advance towards him. White hot fury lights through your veins as you advance closer.
“You like to think that you have this whole game figured out don’t you? Have you ever stopped a single moment to wonder whether his death would be heroic or just? He died on the damn battlefield, and he died for his FRIENDS. What if he doesn’t come the fuck back? What are you going to do then fuckass?”
A quick sneak peek of the DaveJade fic I'm working on. I have the first two chapters typed up, but I gotta make a lot of adjustments and look through the whole thing.
Furious Jade is fun to write
