[ i'm sorry i only have tragic backstory (TM) blurbs prepared so harley has to deal with his batman parallels... anyway, they can be at the food court when this happens:
your father dies because he dared to defy the gods, and wielded a heretic power at a severe cost. you do not know how he obtained it, and you did not know he had it to begin with. he dies in unbearable agony, and you take his life with your own two hands to free him from it. you can feel as he stills in your arms, as he draws his final breath.
blood continues to bloom across his waistcoat. rain falls.
...
...
you leave your home for the next three years, hunting the reason behind your father's death.
you see flashes of masked faces, mangled screams, and ashes. endless battles in the wilderness, stronghold after enemy stronghold laid to waste. you are angry and you tear down whatever stands in the way between yourself and a truth you may never reach. you lose the last of your teenage years to this violence, and emerge into young adulthood drenched in blood.
your actions finally catch up to you. you lie bleeding out, finally bested in combat after years of unchecked furor.
and then, a figure approaches.
...they're back in line. diluc just sighs, expression pinched because this just keeps happening all day. ]
Oh, yeah, yeah, coffee and nuggets! A classic combination.
[SWEATILY
anyway, the void is schlurping them up again to free them from this conversation. and also to make them watch more parental death, i guess. gaze upon the og.]
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W3 TUESDAY
your father dies because he dared to defy the gods, and wielded a heretic power at a severe cost. you do not know how he obtained it, and you did not know he had it to begin with. he dies in unbearable agony, and you take his life with your own two hands to free him from it. you can feel as he stills in your arms, as he draws his final breath.
blood continues to bloom across his waistcoat. rain falls.
...
...
you leave your home for the next three years, hunting the reason behind your father's death.
you see flashes of masked faces, mangled screams, and ashes. endless battles in the wilderness, stronghold after enemy stronghold laid to waste. you are angry and you tear down whatever stands in the way between yourself and a truth you may never reach. you lose the last of your teenage years to this violence, and emerge into young adulthood drenched in blood.
your actions finally catch up to you. you lie bleeding out, finally bested in combat after years of unchecked furor.
and then, a figure approaches.
...they're back in line. diluc just sighs, expression pinched because this just keeps happening all day. ]
...What are you thinking of ordering.
[ DON'T WANNA TALK ABOUT IT! ]
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harley opens her mouth. closes it. opens it again.
slowly:]
Uh... Chicken nuggets?
[they're in line for dunking donuts...]
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...Maybe a side of coffee to go with it?
[ he's trying to be helpful. (he did this.) ]
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[SWEATILY
anyway, the void is schlurping them up again to free them from this conversation. and also to make them watch more parental death, i guess. gaze upon the og.]
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...What was that.
[ he feels an oncoming headache. ]
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