| two. text. 4th dec. i'm standing though you're kicking me.

[meatbrained]

Hey.
Can anyone teach me to fight? Against the monsters, I mean.

( he's become quite aware, in the last couple of months, that the ability to clock another guy his age is not the same as standing up to zombies or demons. and while anyone can swing an axe in an emergency, Matt would like to be able to do something.

something more than be scared. )

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[meatbrained]

And I don't want any of you to die because I didn't do the best I could!

[edibles]

It won't be your fault.

[meatbrained]

If I could do something to stop it, and I didn't, that makes it my fault.

( Guess who might still be beating himself up over recent and not-so-recent events. )

[edibles]

Bullshit. There's always going to be a what if. I had the biggest what if last month, something that looked perfect but wasn't.

Look, it's great that you want to help protect us and yeah we probably all should find something to help keep us safe but we'll all feel shitty if you get hurt because of us. Because that'll be our faults that we couldn't do anything.

Okay?

[meatbrained]

( ... Stop having good arguments, Beth. )

... I get that. But I'm gonna do it anyway. I can give us all more of a chance if we're not just hiding every time something breaks into the house.

[edibles]

( This is why she's group mom )

Then it better fucking work.

[meatbrained]

( Damn right. )

It will. I'll make sure of it.