Down The River (Last Life Oneshot)

Etho is a survivor.

It's something we all know. He lives for himself and no one else.

I thought I could prove it wrong. I thought he loved me and he'd do anything for me. I thought he could make a exception from his survivability rules for me.

It turns out he couldn't, and now here I am, pretending I don't care that he won't give me a life even though he has some to spare. Instead, he split our base with fences and forbid me from crossing to his side.

It isn't fair. Etho takes but doesn't give. He says he cares about me, but then he backs away when helping me risks his own safety.

Maybe I should've killed him when I was under the Curse instead of sparing him. Maybe then I wouldn't be stuck as a Red, scorned and looked down apon by everyone.

Maybe I shouldn't have fallen in love with him in the first place.

::..:..::

In other words, all Bdubs wants is a life from Etho but Etho has a habit of keeping them to himself.

(aka I saw Etho didn't give a life to anyone during Last Life (ignoring You Bet Your Life) and went 'hmm I can do something with this')

Installation 5 of the Foxlore Collection.
This fic can be read on its own, but I'd recommend reading the sequel, Cold, Sleepless Nights, afterwards :D