[ she's injured, so her reaction time is slower than normal, which means she only just dodges, feeling the near impact of his blow clipping her chin. she returns the favor, using the momentum to try and swing right back at him, swinging with with one arm and following it up with an uppercut from her other fist. ]
[ he's injured, too, but he's lived with pain that should have broken him. over the years, he's adapted. it's why he wills his muscles to loosen as beau swings at him, rather than keeping them taut as he takes the blows. this way, he doesn't take the full brunt of her hits; even as he winces from the impacts and spits out some blood onto the ground, he's able to bring his leg up to try and knee her in the stomach right after. ]
[ that catches her off guard - she grunts, and takes the hit, stumbling back a step.
she's never been good at softening incoming blows. she's always tense - she can always hear dairon in the back of her head, she can feel the slap against her neck every time, stop getting so angry, settle down - but she never can. it burns. she's angry in so many ways.
she throws herself forward, furious, leaving herself open for hits because she feels like she deserves them, ramming her fists wherever she can reach because she thinks maybe majima feels the same way. ]
[ while majima usually prefers to fight by keeping his eye on his opponent to counter their moves, to turn their momentum and strength against him, he can't quite do so when he sees the inferno blazing in beau's. he sees the fire and it starts to spread to him, too, unleashing something a little more akin to pure fury as he gives in to that rage. for every blow she lands on him, he hits her back just as hard, the skin of his knuckles turning an angry red with every new bruise he adds to her already-battered body.
they're both going to regret this later, he knows (especially if their old wounds remain into the next week), but damn if this isn't the most cathartic thing he's done in a long time. ]
[ she absolutely knows she's going to regret this later - tomorrow morning is going to be rough.
but it doesn't matter now. she's going to fight him until she physically can't anymore. she takes punch after punch, and gives punch after punch, and she only stops when his fist collides with her jaw hard enough to make her see stars. it's fine, it hurts, but it's good, it's better than nothing. it's better than screaming or beating the shit out of a wall. but she thinks she's done, after a few minutes of letting the fury burn out of her.
she staggers back, and spits blood into the dirt, and, coughing, makes a time-out signal with her hands. ]
[ it's been a long while since the last time he'd had a proper fight—spars don't count, practice bouts don't rouse this sort of righteous anguish in you—that even his seemingly endless fountain of energy is starting to run dry. but no matter how much his body protests, he keeps going, because going is just about the only thing he knows how to do, god damn it all.
he's winding up for another spinning kick when beau crosses her arms, and it actually throws him off balance to stop mid-motion. he catches himself from completely falling over, but he still half-stumbles, half-hops on one foot as he comes to a halt, breath heavy. ]
[ well—if she's going to sit down, then so is he, collapsing into a disheveled heap right next to her. he's not even on his ass for a full minute before he falls back onto his back, eye out of focus as he stares up into the black sky above them. ]
You got a hell of a right hook, for the record, goddamn.
Yeah, I've been lying to you since week one. [ beau says dryly. ] No, just - I'm tired. I think it's bullshit that Lili is going to get a pass for all this just because everybody thinks it's more tragic for her to lose Ookurikara than it was for me to lose A-sang.
I know that makes me a bitter, petty shit. But I really don't care.
[ instead of fighting back, he just lets her smoosh. it's fine. ]
...people're gonna justify it with some holier-than-thou talk about how "oh, but Ookurikara didn't kill anybody, so it's different." Which, okay, guess that's a point, but—but it's still bullshit.
[ he grumbles, annoyed. ]
That's all it's been since the beginning, hasn't it? A whole load of absolute, motherfuckin' nonsense that's tryin' to get everyone to turn against each other. [ he shakes his head, running a hand down his face. ] Doesn't mean ya gotta put up with their crap, or hell, even let anyone say that to ya in general, ya know. S'like I said before—"fuck 'em."
Taako and Magnus are right. Nobody here is innocent. Nobody gets to do the holier-than-thou talk, nobody's fucking pain is more than anybody else's. No matter who was voted for today, there would be someone going through the worst.
[ her voice gets a little - icy, at the end there, but. a pause. a little less angry: ]
You know - a couple minutes before the decision, Lili said something about how it was so horrible to watch Magnus and Taako suffer through this whole thing. She was all about the I'm sorry and the it's so sad.
Funny how quick she was to change her tune and rip them a new one when it was her losing someone. [ beau says idly, staring at the sky. ] It's not gonna stop me from working together to get out of here.
[ as she speaks, he offers her his full attention.
he's never been great at words. sure, he can talk up a storm when it's about nonsense, but in moments of raw, intense emotion like this? he's got nothing. he doesn't know what to say, when her words are filled with such bitter determination. it doesn't help that he cares about her and lili both—caring has always been his weakness, hasn't it? despite everything else about him screaming otherwise... caring for saejima, caring for makoto, caring for mizuki and senri and madoka and all the others among the sleeping...
he can't put any of that into words.
so he simply reaches up to the hand she has on his face, wrapping his own around it and squeezing tight. ]
[ she takes a deep breath, and very, very slowly exhales. clears her head, at least. she can't clear her heart - she cares too much, she hates injustice, she hates everything they've had to go through here. she won't forget.
but it's more important to save everybody. so that's what she'll do. she buries the bitterness she feels.
and she holds onto majima's hand when he takes it. ]
We're similar, Majima. Me and you are both loyal to the fucking end.
So I hope you get it when I say I'm not going to screw us all over - but I also can't forget that Taako stuck up for me even when Huaisang was guilty.
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Fight me. [ she says, voice sharp. ]
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once the words are out of her mouth, he's turning on his heel with his fist already balled, aiming for her jaw. ]
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she's never been good at softening incoming blows. she's always tense - she can always hear dairon in the back of her head, she can feel the slap against her neck every time, stop getting so angry, settle down - but she never can. it burns. she's angry in so many ways.
she throws herself forward, furious, leaving herself open for hits because she feels like she deserves them, ramming her fists wherever she can reach because she thinks maybe majima feels the same way. ]
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they're both going to regret this later, he knows (especially if their old wounds remain into the next week), but damn if this isn't the most cathartic thing he's done in a long time. ]
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but it doesn't matter now. she's going to fight him until she physically can't anymore. she takes punch after punch, and gives punch after punch, and she only stops when his fist collides with her jaw hard enough to make her see stars. it's fine, it hurts, but it's good, it's better than nothing. it's better than screaming or beating the shit out of a wall. but she thinks she's done, after a few minutes of letting the fury burn out of her.
she staggers back, and spits blood into the dirt, and, coughing, makes a time-out signal with her hands. ]
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he's winding up for another spinning kick when beau crosses her arms, and it actually throws him off balance to stop mid-motion. he catches himself from completely falling over, but he still half-stumbles, half-hops on one foot as he comes to a halt, breath heavy. ]
...fuck.
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Yeah. [ she says, breathless. ] Yeah, fuck.
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You got a hell of a right hook, for the record, goddamn.
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Monk shit. [ she says, gesturing vaguely. you know what, she's going to just flop down next to him out on the ground. ]
You punched me so hard I actually thought I was going to black out for a second, so. Same.
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anyway, he chuckles briefly before lapsing into silence. then, after a short pause, ]
...Think yer gonna be able to get any kind of shuteye tonight?
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she stares up at the sky. ]
No. [ she says, with a slow sigh. ] Can I tell you something honest?
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[ he's kidding. ]
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Yeah, I've been lying to you since week one. [ beau says dryly. ] No, just - I'm tired. I think it's bullshit that Lili is going to get a pass for all this just because everybody thinks it's more tragic for her to lose Ookurikara than it was for me to lose A-sang.
I know that makes me a bitter, petty shit. But I really don't care.
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...people're gonna justify it with some holier-than-thou talk about how "oh, but Ookurikara didn't kill anybody, so it's different." Which, okay, guess that's a point, but—but it's still bullshit.
[ he grumbles, annoyed. ]
That's all it's been since the beginning, hasn't it? A whole load of absolute, motherfuckin' nonsense that's tryin' to get everyone to turn against each other. [ he shakes his head, running a hand down his face. ] Doesn't mean ya gotta put up with their crap, or hell, even let anyone say that to ya in general, ya know. S'like I said before—"fuck 'em."
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[ her voice gets a little - icy, at the end there, but. a pause. a little less angry: ]
You know - a couple minutes before the decision, Lili said something about how it was so horrible to watch Magnus and Taako suffer through this whole thing. She was all about the I'm sorry and the it's so sad.
Funny how quick she was to change her tune and rip them a new one when it was her losing someone. [ beau says idly, staring at the sky. ] It's not gonna stop me from working together to get out of here.
But I don't forget shit like that.
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[ as she speaks, he offers her his full attention.
he's never been great at words. sure, he can talk up a storm when it's about nonsense, but in moments of raw, intense emotion like this? he's got nothing. he doesn't know what to say, when her words are filled with such bitter determination. it doesn't help that he cares about her and lili both—caring has always been his weakness, hasn't it? despite everything else about him screaming otherwise... caring for saejima, caring for makoto, caring for mizuki and senri and madoka and all the others among the sleeping...
he can't put any of that into words.
so he simply reaches up to the hand she has on his face, wrapping his own around it and squeezing tight. ]
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but it's more important to save everybody. so that's what she'll do. she buries the bitterness she feels.
and she holds onto majima's hand when he takes it. ]
We're similar, Majima. Me and you are both loyal to the fucking end.
So I hope you get it when I say I'm not going to screw us all over - but I also can't forget that Taako stuck up for me even when Huaisang was guilty.