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Hal Yorke was involved tagentially (needstheroutine) wrote in wariscoming,

Hal wasn't quite sure what to do with that information. "I'm that important to you. Keeping me alive, trying to help me, trying to hold Him back. You know its dangerous and yet you're still going to try and save me." She was selfish then. She wasn't going to kill him because she didn't have the strength to see her friend die at her hand in spite of knowing what he would do. Knowing that eventually one day she'd have blood on her hands because he'd finally given in to the stuff, and god it could be so damn intoxicating. Even now, the people around them, the ones that couldn't see her and probably thought him mad. He could take this whole street, whole town probably, starting with the blonde coming toward them.

"I shouldn't be anyone's hero. I should never be the reason someone does this. He knows who I was, god, he must have heard the stories over and over. You understand don't you, now, you understand why they were so fucking scared of him?"

It was funny to him in some ways that Mitchell was coping better than he was. Or maybe Hal had been coping until he'd found out how everything panned out in the future. Found out that really, what was the point in fighting. What would ever be the point in fighting besides that she wanted him to, her, and Katherine, and Lydia and the friends he'd made here, Tom, Annie, Leo, Pearl, they'd want it too wherever they were. Because the lot of them were bloody fools.

The blonde had stopped, on her phone, just feet from them and Hal was fighting to keep his eyes human. Maybe it was the blood, maybe it was the Kia Ora, maybe it was the futility of this whole exercise. But he knew how this ended, how it always ended. "Alex we need to go. We need to, I need to be inside now. Please." he said looking back at her eyes pleading and finally giving in, just burying his head in her shoulder and letting his eyes change, it was easier than holding on. "If you want me to stay as I am then that's what we need to do."