[He turns up towards the Netherland's face, a mingled expression of fear and anger and sorrow written plainly across his features. He breathes.
. . . In that moment, the Netherlands may understand why Lucas is behaving the way he is. If he catches a whiff of the gas, the town transforms into a nightmarish landscape of pinks and purples and crimsons, distorted trees and structures, monstrous creatures roaming around with two heads or three or none. He may hear the torrent of words coming from behind him. If he turns, he will see the image of a man about his height in the outfit of a cowboy -- the words that he speaks are low, harsh, and cruel.]
ink I ever loved you? It's your fault the both of them are gone and you have the gall to think I didn't care enough for you little brat little useless nothing you're nothing. Your brother was worth three of you. Always scared. Always a coward. It's your fault. You did it. You deserve everything that yo
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[He turns up towards the Netherland's face, a mingled expression of fear and anger and sorrow written plainly across his features. He breathes.
. . . In that moment, the Netherlands may understand why Lucas is behaving the way he is. If he catches a whiff of the gas, the town transforms into a nightmarish landscape of pinks and purples and crimsons, distorted trees and structures, monstrous creatures roaming around with two heads or three or none. He may hear the torrent of words coming from behind him. If he turns, he will see the image of a man about his height in the outfit of a cowboy -- the words that he speaks are low, harsh, and cruel.]
ink I ever loved you? It's your fault the both of them are gone and you have the gall to think I didn't care enough for you little brat little useless nothing you're nothing. Your brother was worth three of you. Always scared. Always a coward. It's your fault. You did it. You deserve everything that yo