Hey, we made a pact. Blue Team represent. You helped. You were angrier and muted, but you were still you. We even figured out his bullshit. Put our stupid clever heads together.
[He sighs out quick and kind of frustrated. Expressing honest feelings with words instead of near-incoherent angry screeching is so new.] You have no idea how relieved I was when you were clearly not dead. ...Maybe you do, though, I dunno. Just--it uh. It wouldn't have been pretty if you had. From either of us. God forbid Yuuri, too.
You're like my best friend here. You'd get along with a guy from home. Probably. It felt like that. Like I'd lost--
PAL keeps manipulating all this. We don't have any control. It could be any of us next, for some manufactured bullshit reason. Mary didn't have her senses, Roland didn't have control, and Takumi didn't have a choice. We keep talking about how we're going to fight back, that we'll come up with something. And we're not any closer now than we were last week, or the week before.
I didn't want to do this, at first. We have enough people that spend their time crushing their feelings down so that they can be there for other people, and I was just gonna let them do that, because me, I scream and yell and curse and kick things. I was gonna have a nice vacation in a Bachelor mansion until I got out. But I'm doing it now. I'm doing this thing that I keep getting on everyone else's case for, because I have to help. I can't just do nothing. But I also can't do anything.
Fuck. [He punctuates the word by thumping his head back against the wall.]
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[He sighs out quick and kind of frustrated. Expressing honest feelings with words instead of near-incoherent angry screeching is so new.] You have no idea how relieved I was when you were clearly not dead. ...Maybe you do, though, I dunno. Just--it uh. It wouldn't have been pretty if you had. From either of us. God forbid Yuuri, too.
You're like my best friend here. You'd get along with a guy from home. Probably. It felt like that. Like I'd lost--
PAL keeps manipulating all this. We don't have any control. It could be any of us next, for some manufactured bullshit reason. Mary didn't have her senses, Roland didn't have control, and Takumi didn't have a choice. We keep talking about how we're going to fight back, that we'll come up with something. And we're not any closer now than we were last week, or the week before.
I didn't want to do this, at first. We have enough people that spend their time crushing their feelings down so that they can be there for other people, and I was just gonna let them do that, because me, I scream and yell and curse and kick things. I was gonna have a nice vacation in a Bachelor mansion until I got out. But I'm doing it now. I'm doing this thing that I keep getting on everyone else's case for, because I have to help. I can't just do nothing. But I also can't do anything.
Fuck. [He punctuates the word by thumping his head back against the wall.]