He snarls, rolling his eyes at her words. It takes everything in him not to fight back, not to take all of that pain and anger and just hit and kick until someone pulls him off her or she picks up that bottle and beats him to death. There's this part of him that wants to do it. To die. To end up back in Hell.
If only in that maybe if she is here, then she is dead in their world and it means if he dies he can go back to Purgatory with the others and Willa and Waverly and his demented idea of a life.
But if somehow this is some side of Hell, then what happens? Besides, letting Wynonna, of all Earps, win, is just not something he can do.
So he draws a breath and he... laughs. A dark, maniacal sound as if she has said the best stand up routine in the history of the world.
"Please. You fucked up. You murdered your father and then you abandoned everyone that needed you. You knew you were the heir, and that Waverly needed you and you left. If she was capable of being the heir, she deserved it so much more than you ever did."
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If only in that maybe if she is here, then she is dead in their world and it means if he dies he can go back to Purgatory with the others and Willa and Waverly and his demented idea of a life.
But if somehow this is some side of Hell, then what happens? Besides, letting Wynonna, of all Earps, win, is just not something he can do.
So he draws a breath and he... laughs. A dark, maniacal sound as if she has said the best stand up routine in the history of the world.
"Please. You fucked up. You murdered your father and then you abandoned everyone that needed you. You knew you were the heir, and that Waverly needed you and you left. If she was capable of being the heir, she deserved it so much more than you ever did."