May 9
ghost doesn't beg. except, the moment he sees a gun pointed at roach, and the split second it takes his brain to register the bullet fired, lodged in gary's chest, all he wants to do is sob out, pleading for this to be a nightmare. his reflexes's slow, useless against suffering the same fate - but it doesn't matter. all that matters is roach, and his fearful eyes staring into his, the pain unbearable. he knows this is the end, and as much as he's always wanted his own death to come meet him sooner, rather than later, it's just his fucking luck that even in his end, he has to drag his loved ones to hell with him. he remembers, why he doesn't beg.
it's never saved anyone.
