Ze hates Marduk, and ze hates Riccin, and ze hates Pheres, because if ze wasn't with them, ze wouldn't be about to die.
Marduk is at the top of the list, because she's trying to talk to zim, her bottom lip trembling like she's got any right to be upset when it's all her fault.
"You're so dumb," Hinnom accuses Marduk, petting zir lusus. She's bumping her antaennae against zim, mandibles pinching at zir skin as she tries to figure out what has zim so upset. Ze's throat is too tight for the chirps and hums that ze uses to communicate with her, though, and so ze just pets her instead, trying to draw comfort from the smooth press of the keratin. "You're SO dumb."
"You shouldn't -" Castor starts off, worried, but ze hates him, too, because he's already dead. Drones can't hurt him.
(Lowbloods never leave lasting ghosts: there's too many, and they've got no resistance to the other psychic imprints. They rub and rub and rub on each other, until there's nothing left but an imprint with no memories and a dozen names.)
(When ze dies, it'll be permament.)
"I don't have a symbol," ze says, spitting out the words, and now ze's crying, gross, ugly sobs that they try to keep in and can't. "I don't have a symbol or an ID or anything else and they're going to cull me and it's all your fault!"
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Marduk is at the top of the list, because she's trying to talk to zim, her bottom lip trembling like she's got any right to be upset when it's all her fault.
"You're so dumb," Hinnom accuses Marduk, petting zir lusus. She's bumping her antaennae against zim, mandibles pinching at zir skin as she tries to figure out what has zim so upset. Ze's throat is too tight for the chirps and hums that ze uses to communicate with her, though, and so ze just pets her instead, trying to draw comfort from the smooth press of the keratin. "You're SO dumb."
"You shouldn't -" Castor starts off, worried, but ze hates him, too, because he's already dead. Drones can't hurt him.
(Lowbloods never leave lasting ghosts: there's too many, and they've got no resistance to the other psychic imprints. They rub and rub and rub on each other, until there's nothing left but an imprint with no memories and a dozen names.)
(When ze dies, it'll be permament.)
"I don't have a symbol," ze says, spitting out the words, and now ze's crying, gross, ugly sobs that they try to keep in and can't. "I don't have a symbol or an ID or anything else and they're going to cull me and it's all your fault!"