[Wash just carefully avoids looking at Bunny when he talks about him aiming his car off a cliff. He isn't sure how to answer that.]
[How do you explain that kind of self-destructive desperation? He almost segues right to the garden thing but it's hard to imaging himself lounging around that often. The occasional walk maybe but it doesn't feel like his place to enjoy, his calm to embrace.]
[He might lose his edge if he gets too accustomed to comfort like that, at least now, before he's free of this place. But he knows that sentiment will probably go down like a lead balloon.]
[So he leads with the car analogy anyway.]
I'm not aiming my car off a cliff.
[For some reason he wants Bunny to understand, maybe because he thinks he might be able to? Maybe because if someone is able to, a part of him wants them to?]
I wanted to lay a trap to try to proactively go after the person that did this to me, one where backup was waiting around every corner even if she laid into me.
I still would've preferred that way of getting stabbed to death. I always prefer the way of getting stabbed to death that has a fighting chance. This didn't. This came down to dumb luck and comic book physics randomly being a real thing.
[He finds the words. Finds an analogy.]
When you chew your leg off to get out of a trap, you're not trying to bleed out.
[The attacker threatened their lives, so he wanted to proactively get rid of her. Prey animals sometimes do the insane thing and throw themselves at a predator with teeth and horns and claws - because they're going to die anyway.]
[Throwing yourself at things to plug up the holes is a shitty attempt to keep the boat from sinking so you don't drown, but it's still an attempt.]
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[How do you explain that kind of self-destructive desperation? He almost segues right to the garden thing but it's hard to imaging himself lounging around that often. The occasional walk maybe but it doesn't feel like his place to enjoy, his calm to embrace.]
[He might lose his edge if he gets too accustomed to comfort like that, at least now, before he's free of this place. But he knows that sentiment will probably go down like a lead balloon.]
[So he leads with the car analogy anyway.]
I'm not aiming my car off a cliff.
[For some reason he wants Bunny to understand, maybe because he thinks he might be able to? Maybe because if someone is able to, a part of him wants them to?]
I wanted to lay a trap to try to proactively go after the person that did this to me, one where backup was waiting around every corner even if she laid into me.
I still would've preferred that way of getting stabbed to death. I always prefer the way of getting stabbed to death that has a fighting chance. This didn't. This came down to dumb luck and comic book physics randomly being a real thing.
[He finds the words. Finds an analogy.]
When you chew your leg off to get out of a trap, you're not trying to bleed out.
[The attacker threatened their lives, so he wanted to proactively get rid of her. Prey animals sometimes do the insane thing and throw themselves at a predator with teeth and horns and claws - because they're going to die anyway.]
[Throwing yourself at things to plug up the holes is a shitty attempt to keep the boat from sinking so you don't drown, but it's still an attempt.]