[ going to tackle his scrawny ass and pin him to the floor. ] Cut it out. I wanted to spend time with you because the game sucked, not so you could take advantage of this stupid ass side effect.
I want you to stop. I need you to stop. [ sets his head on his shoulder. ] Every chance they get they’re taking a little bit more control from me. [ shuts his eyes and sighs. Scaramouche might be able to see a few galaxy colored strands of hair on his head. ] I’m so fucken tired… [ of this shit. a few more cracks appear in his mask. ]
I don't know if you'll be able to stop the transformation, since that's not even something I have the faintest semblance of control over... but can we just relax? Everything hurts and my head feels empty.
I'm only saying it to give you an out if you want to go somewhere else. ... It bothers me. That you are upset for a game. That you were hurt there. That my unit was hurt there.
And I don't know what to do with any of this. Focusing on you not being able to refuse orders seemed easier.
I don't *want* to be anywhere else. [ shoves him back and lays on top of him. ] At least we won, because otherwise you may have gotten to see how bad it was. [ turns into a fox and buries his face in his tail. ] ...welcome to hell. Shit like this is going to happen nonstop. [ going to burrow under his shirt. ] You can always come to me if this bothers you this badly.
I am sure I would have been a bit more frantic. [ a broken laugh. ] It's... [ shrugs. ] Dying is not the worst part of the games. It's everything leading up to it.
The train took us out almost instantly. Some of the deaths in the games are long and drawn out.
One of the first few games I was in I was made into a human candle and each round the flame on my head just melted more and more of me.
[ doesn't look comfortable talking about this... but... ] It's influence feels like it's splitting you apart, so it can reshape and reform you. Twisting the person you used to be into something... something new...
I think that's why that kind of thing messes with me so badly. Just dredges up all that crap.
I'm definitely not the same person I was before I fell into the abyss. And here... this place annoys me more than anything. It's like a test of patience.
No. I don't regret the person I've become because of the abyss. As for here... there are definitely things I'm thankful for here. It hasn't been all bad.
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But fine. I'll stop.
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And I don't know what to do with any of this. Focusing on you not being able to refuse orders seemed easier.
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Would that change anything? It already happened anyway.
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Maybe I would have tried to destroy everything.
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One of the first few games I was in I was made into a human candle and each round the flame on my head just melted more and more of me.
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I think that's why that kind of thing messes with me so badly. Just dredges up all that crap.
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