Gamzee tilted his head as he examined Dave after that. He knew this kid's motions, he'd studied him, studied his tics and his motions. He knew when Dave was lying, which was often. Not now, though. And it surprised him.
"Shit, man, it wasn't just you all settin' me off. Coulda been just about motherfuckin' anything 'round then. Wasn't you who killed 'em, wasn't you who fucked up everybody, playin' headgames with blind sister. Shit shook me, yeah, but I'm beginnin' to think, I mighta been played. Not by you. By Him. Been sittin' on this motherfucker a real long time, ain't seen shit I been up and promised. He keeps sayin' it'll be soon, soon I'll be playin' a part I be up to be playin', fulfillin' my motherfuckin' duty as prophets and doin' the raisin' of Him. But he been up to sayin' all sorts of bullshit I don't really motherfuckin' believe. Him and that white text motherfuck. Both becomin' lost motherfuckin' causes."
He looked back over at Dave.
"Motherfucker, lookit me. Ain't on account of you I done what I done. If it wasn't you doin' shit, it woulda been somethin' else. I was sober before you'n me got that chat on. Woulda taken one motherfuckin' stiff breeze to set my shit off. Now all I want is to be left the fuck alone about it. Shit, brother. You probably didn't even motherfuckin' mean no harm or nothin' by it. Thought I'd probably up and get me a laugh from those heretical motherfucks." He scooted away from the wall to approach Dave. He was aware of the other's sword, but didn't give one shit. He knew he couldn't die by it.
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"Shit, man, it wasn't just you all settin' me off. Coulda been just about motherfuckin' anything 'round then. Wasn't you who killed 'em, wasn't you who fucked up everybody, playin' headgames with blind sister. Shit shook me, yeah, but I'm beginnin' to think, I mighta been played. Not by you. By Him. Been sittin' on this motherfucker a real long time, ain't seen shit I been up and promised. He keeps sayin' it'll be soon, soon I'll be playin' a part I be up to be playin', fulfillin' my motherfuckin' duty as prophets and doin' the raisin' of Him. But he been up to sayin' all sorts of bullshit I don't really motherfuckin' believe. Him and that white text motherfuck. Both becomin' lost motherfuckin' causes."
He looked back over at Dave.
"Motherfucker, lookit me. Ain't on account of you I done what I done. If it wasn't you doin' shit, it woulda been somethin' else. I was sober before you'n me got that chat on. Woulda taken one motherfuckin' stiff breeze to set my shit off. Now all I want is to be left the fuck alone about it. Shit, brother. You probably didn't even motherfuckin' mean no harm or nothin' by it. Thought I'd probably up and get me a laugh from those heretical motherfucks." He scooted away from the wall to approach Dave. He was aware of the other's sword, but didn't give one shit. He knew he couldn't die by it.
"Ain't gonna do no good to apologize."