[Tavros sure as hell doesn't chase after the other troll, too afraid of having his head ripped off. Again. So he scrabbles backward, crablike, heavy metal footfalls thunderous against the cold tile floor, echoing in empty space. Tavros has never been brave, never been like Rufio, never really been like Pupa Pan, and he's scared. He doesn't want this. He doesn't want this to happen, he doesn't want to watch his best bro or his matesprit die, neither of them. He can't root for either of them in a fight. Shaking hands find his lance, grasp it weakly, because he's not sure if he could bring himself to use it if things were to go wrong.
And well, he guesses if Gamzee is going to have a kismesis, Dave is a pretty solid choice. After all, he's more than capable of protecting himself, even against an apparently murderous clown troll (Tavros hopes). So finally he drags himself to his feet, and he doesn't know it but he's shaking, watching them, the two of them. And he guesses if anyone's going to be the auspistice in this situation, it's got to be him, doesn't it?]
uHH, lOOK, bRO, jUST, uM, mAYBE YOU COULD, uH, nOT KILL dAVE, i MEAN, tHAT WAY, hE WILL STILL BE AROUND FOR YOU TO, pERHAPS, hATE lATER ON,
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And well, he guesses if Gamzee is going to have a kismesis, Dave is a pretty solid choice. After all, he's more than capable of protecting himself, even against an apparently murderous clown troll (Tavros hopes). So finally he drags himself to his feet, and he doesn't know it but he's shaking, watching them, the two of them. And he guesses if anyone's going to be the auspistice in this situation, it's got to be him, doesn't it?]
uHH,
lOOK, bRO,
jUST, uM,
mAYBE YOU COULD, uH, nOT KILL dAVE,
i MEAN, tHAT WAY,
hE WILL STILL BE AROUND FOR YOU TO, pERHAPS, hATE lATER ON,
[Tav winces. That probably isn't helping.]