Gah there were so many good ones
“Did you really believe I cared for you?” - bodecal
ikr?? I did not pick XD XD uh anyway CW: Main Character Death, Suicide, emotional manipulation, tragic angst
"Please don't make me do this," Cal pleads, his eyes glassy and his breath coming in harsh pants. He needs to, though. Bode needs Cal to do it, because if Cal can't do it then he can't do what's necessary to protect Kata, and if Cal can't protect Kata then- then what was all this for? What was all this for? And Bode can't, he can't, be the one protecting her anymore. He can't because he failed- failed Kata, failed Tayala, failed Cal, failed as a spy, failed as a Jedi, failed as a father, and he just- Cal will be better for Kata than he can be at this point. Where was the man Tayala trusted, because he isn't here. Bode is nothing but a heap of fear and failure and disappointment at this point and he doesn't- he can't- he needs- He just wants to stop. He just wants to stop. He's already in pieces and he he he he's broken he's a shattered pile of shards, he's nothing nothing nothing that can keep her safe protect her he couldn't even- He couldn't convince Cal then, but now- now. Now at least this is one thing he knows how to do. The thing he knows how to- Break. He knows how to break things. He lifts his head, tilts it, his eyes wild and open as he stares at Cal, as he lifts his blasters and aims them right for the Jedi's heart, and smiles a wide, mocking grin. "Did you really believe," he asks, something singsongy and sick melded in with the cutting words, "I cared for you?" Cal takes a sharp step back, inhaling sharply. Bode feels him waver in the Force, the drop and swoop of anguish. He takes a step forward. "Do you think you were anything but a means to an end? If it wasn't for Tanalorr, I would've handed you over to Denvik months ago." Cal's lashes flutter. His knees sag. "Bode, don't." "I kissed you," he continues, his index fingers moving to his blasters' triggers, "because I knew you'd be easy. Because I knew you'd fall for it without a thought." "Bode-" A grieving sob. But Cal's hands aren't wavering, and that's what matters, that's what's important. No matter how much Cal is hurting, Cal will still- he'll still- He'll take care of Kata. And once he kills Bode, everything else will be easy. Once you cross that line, you can't go back. He should know. "You still don't get it, do you?" he laughs, harsh. It hurts his throat. I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you. "I never gave a shit about you." I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I just- I just can't do it anymore. I'm sorry. I'm sorry to everyone. He pulls the triggers, and hears the snapcrack of Cal's (his) blaster so fast they almost overlay. His shots go wide, as intended. Cal's- Cal's doesn't. Good. Finally. Thank the Force that they met.
