[Well, that was louder than he intended it to be. More vehement. He's got a hand to his chest--this, whatever this is, this isn't what she thinks it is.]
This is desperation. This is knowing that if we don't keep our shit together, we'll turn on each other, we'll lose hope, we start getting paranoid and depressed, and guess what happens then? Then we die quicker. This is knowing we're in a bad spot, and knowing that sometimes you actually find your way out of bad spots, even if it takes an unlikely act of something close to but not quite god.
Sometimes you have to hope that you're smart enough or stupidly lucky enough to see an end.
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[Well, that was louder than he intended it to be. More vehement. He's got a hand to his chest--this, whatever this is, this isn't what she thinks it is.]
This is desperation. This is knowing that if we don't keep our shit together, we'll turn on each other, we'll lose hope, we start getting paranoid and depressed, and guess what happens then? Then we die quicker. This is knowing we're in a bad spot, and knowing that sometimes you actually find your way out of bad spots, even if it takes an unlikely act of something close to but not quite god.
Sometimes you have to hope that you're smart enough or stupidly lucky enough to see an end.