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“      i  feel  like  i’m  the  paris  of  people.      ”

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❛ yeah, i know. ❜  he exhales the words, pacing slowly back and forth as he tries to figure out what to do. his initial comment on dead men not speaking still rings true, but then again, gabe makes a compelling point as well.  part of this is to get those on his trail off of it. he wants to just be able to live his life with francis and not have to worry about everyone from his past fucking it up.  ❛ you for sure can make him forget our faces?  if that’s not certain, we’re killing him. but if you’re confident in that - we can do that. i guess. ❜ it’s not that he doubts gabe’s powers, it’s just that he has very little trust sometimes in those around him to do everything exactly how he wants it to be done. how it needs to be done.   ❛ i can’t run the risk of him remembering it was me who did this, or else i’ll have all hell on my back. ❜   you’re doing this to keep francis safe, he reminds himself, you’re doing this to keep marie safe, and if it doesn’t involve killing? that’s good - less blood on his hands. 

    ❛ you don’t want to die, gabe.  it’d suck for everyone around you. & sacrificing yourself for people isn’t pretty.❜  death makes him feel sick sometimes, he thinks about how he’s nearly dead, he thinks of his family.  he thinks of how adam has nearly died for him and marie on multiple occasions. ❛focus on the living part, alright?  no one’s looking to you to be a hero right now.  we’re all good with you living, and living ourselves.❜

he’s thankful for gabe’s quick action to take action to ground him, otherwise his hands would nervously push though hair, twist together, shake,  ❛ oh my god, i don’t want to be a killer - i don’t want to be a killer. ❜   he’s never killed anyone - maybe he’s wanted to hurt people, maybe he’s felt like he could - - tries to look at gabe but he can’t quite meet his eyes. tries to listen to what gabe’s saying, focus on the sound of his voice,  ❛ everyone wants people dead. i think there’s people out there that want me dead. ❜   is what he says, instead of trying to breathe, focus on gabe, focus on being present.     ❛ i’ve -- ❜   it takes him a moment, he’s gripping gabe’s hands tightly, head ducked as he tries to switch his mind, not think about wanting people dead, just breathe, breathe.  small frown drifts onto his face, eyes widen a bit, as if he’s searching for something in the patterns of the carpet,  ❛ i fought in wars, gabe. ❜   francis says it quietly; he’s mentioned, they’ve mentioned their involvement in the wars of the 20th century,  ❛ i must’ve killed people then, right? ❜   he always feels horrible when he dumps old, old problems on gabe, on anyone who hasn’t had the same kind of life that he, adam, and marie have had. he doesn’t want gabe to have to deal with his seventy years of suppressed trauma of wars. 

                                                                     “ show me your arm! “

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