[ What. What. He doesn't understand. This is the most reassuring touch he's ever felt, the nicest things he's ever heard, and yet they're also horrifying. The Tombkeepers were....wrong? What happened to him was....bad?
But that's not right. He's the....he's the bad one. Marik is the bad one! He murdered his own father! That's unforgivable! The murderer of Marik's father has to be made to pay, but it was him, not the Pharaoh, but now the Pharaoh is saying that if he had...been there....
Fa....Father....
Marik opens his mouth to protest, but nothing comes out, vocal cords stopped by how badly he's always wanted to hear the light never should have been taken away. His Pharaoh - the Pharaoh they served -
His Pharaoh would have wanted him to live...
Above the....
"The fate of every human being"......
He can't. He just - he can't. His head hurts, like he's splitting in half again, but this time there's no one up there to take the pain for him. There's no one up there to blame, or disown. There's just Marik, and all the things Marik wants, and how none of the things Marik wants can happen at the same time, but he wants them all anyway, and it hurts, and nothing will ever hurt again, and he's so trapped, and he's so free. ]
Rishid.
[ He whimpers it, whimpers the person's name who will make it all better, then hunches over, bringing his own arms up around the Pharaoh's, grabbing at his own head. He can't...he can't.....
wow self CW DISORDERED THINKING ESP OF A FAMILY ABUSE VARIETY
[ What. What. He doesn't understand. This is the most reassuring touch he's ever felt, the nicest things he's ever heard, and yet they're also horrifying. The Tombkeepers were....wrong? What happened to him was....bad?
But that's not right. He's the....he's the bad one. Marik is the bad one! He murdered his own father! That's unforgivable! The murderer of Marik's father has to be made to pay, but it was him, not the Pharaoh, but now the Pharaoh is saying that if he had...been there....
Fa....Father....
Marik opens his mouth to protest, but nothing comes out, vocal cords stopped by how badly he's always wanted to hear the light never should have been taken away. His Pharaoh - the Pharaoh they served -
His Pharaoh would have wanted him to live...
Above the....
"The fate of every human being"......
He can't. He just - he can't. His head hurts, like he's splitting in half again, but this time there's no one up there to take the pain for him. There's no one up there to blame, or disown. There's just Marik, and all the things Marik wants, and how none of the things Marik wants can happen at the same time, but he wants them all anyway, and it hurts, and nothing will ever hurt again, and he's so trapped, and he's so free. ]
Rishid.
[ He whimpers it, whimpers the person's name who will make it all better, then hunches over, bringing his own arms up around the Pharaoh's, grabbing at his own head. He can't...he can't.....
Father.......
Father it can't be.........
had Marik been.....
Marik had been.......
..................................right....................? ]