[ death for Bigby has been a strange journey. where-as he wasn't sure if he was supposed to go to heaven or hell or somewhere in between like nothingness, he is instead... here. his memories are nothing short of a mess and he hasn't even bothered trying to sort them out since arriving. the peaceful and quaint atmosphere feels almost deceiving after everything he and the others have been through in the Complex, and considering his last interaction with Judy, he trusts absolutely nothing she says about the revealed truth.
so what does he do to get by? he goes to the bar. there seems to always be one around every corner, even in the afterlife.
his thoughts are in the bottom of a glass of the strongest liquor that can be provided. is the place run by another robot bartender? who the fuck knows and who the fuck cares. he's been there for longer than he can remember, on his third drink with no intention of stopping. being completely removed of all of his wounds doesn't make him hurt any less. he feels like he fucked over the few people he learned to care for in the short amount of time he's been a scientist, and all he can remember about Elizabeth was the way blood was pouring out of her nose before he passed on.
did she live? did she die? Bigby hates to even consider what may be more plausible. all he wanted to do was keep her safe. to own up to his promise even when he's deceived her and the others in so many different ways. he has always had a lot to own up for, long before they all showed up for the experiment. he should be used to this feeling. except he's not.
he's about to take a swig of his drink when he hears his name called out. the voice is familiar and his glass drops to the floor in a dozen shattered pieces. Bigby slowly turns to look at the woman, looking as clean as the day he met her in her form-fitting clothes. she will notice the large man not wasting a fucking second in standing up, rushing over to her and wrapping his arms around her form in a tight embrace. maybe he doesn't deserve to hug her; maybe she doesn't want it. but he's both happy to see her and sad to confirm his suspicions that she was unable to survive.
they remain like this one way or another for about ten seconds. ten seconds of silence as he squeezes around her curves and keeps her close to his chest. only after that does he lift his head up to her ear, and in a hushed voice, he whispers. ]
You have to be really tired of hearing this, but... I'm sorry.
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so what does he do to get by? he goes to the bar. there seems to always be one around every corner, even in the afterlife.
his thoughts are in the bottom of a glass of the strongest liquor that can be provided. is the place run by another robot bartender? who the fuck knows and who the fuck cares. he's been there for longer than he can remember, on his third drink with no intention of stopping. being completely removed of all of his wounds doesn't make him hurt any less. he feels like he fucked over the few people he learned to care for in the short amount of time he's been a scientist, and all he can remember about Elizabeth was the way blood was pouring out of her nose before he passed on.
did she live? did she die? Bigby hates to even consider what may be more plausible. all he wanted to do was keep her safe. to own up to his promise even when he's deceived her and the others in so many different ways. he has always had a lot to own up for, long before they all showed up for the experiment. he should be used to this feeling. except he's not.
he's about to take a swig of his drink when he hears his name called out. the voice is familiar and his glass drops to the floor in a dozen shattered pieces. Bigby slowly turns to look at the woman, looking as clean as the day he met her in her form-fitting clothes. she will notice the large man not wasting a fucking second in standing up, rushing over to her and wrapping his arms around her form in a tight embrace. maybe he doesn't deserve to hug her; maybe she doesn't want it. but he's both happy to see her and sad to confirm his suspicions that she was unable to survive.
they remain like this one way or another for about ten seconds. ten seconds of silence as he squeezes around her curves and keeps her close to his chest. only after that does he lift his head up to her ear, and in a hushed voice, he whispers. ]
You have to be really tired of hearing this, but... I'm sorry.