But that isn't what happens, out loud or in his mind, not in the nucleus of the moment. Instead, he blanks, his brain simply blocking off his ability to think, and he starts to laugh--a hollow, miserable laugh, but a laugh nonetheless. He laughs at Taako's question, at how worthless this conversation is, at how tightly constricted his chest is and how raw his lungs, at how much he wants to die, at how much he hates even the act of breathing and laughing and speaking, at absolutely nothing to be completely honest, but he doesn't have anything else to say.
A couple of seconds after he starts--and even as he does--his eyes start to run with tears, and he manages to stop laughing, but it grows strained and more breathless before he cuts himself off.
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He wants to die.
But that isn't what happens, out loud or in his mind, not in the nucleus of the moment. Instead, he blanks, his brain simply blocking off his ability to think, and he starts to laugh--a hollow, miserable laugh, but a laugh nonetheless. He laughs at Taako's question, at how worthless this conversation is, at how tightly constricted his chest is and how raw his lungs, at how much he wants to die, at how much he hates even the act of breathing and laughing and speaking, at absolutely nothing to be completely honest, but he doesn't have anything else to say.
A couple of seconds after he starts--and even as he does--his eyes start to run with tears, and he manages to stop laughing, but it grows strained and more breathless before he cuts himself off.
Instead of grief, he voices anger.
"Why. What do you want."