Yeah, and what was the solution to that - saw that last week, didn't we? A week ago, when Anders killed him, got his bloody arm lopped off for it, and now he's dead too.
[ ... though. she is remembering here that strohl was from that shorter game. he is maybe not as used to this as everyone else she's judging a little more. so - these words are not at all the right thing to say, but she does at least sound like she is trying to gently remind him, rather than being her usual condescending self: ]
I know that - [ he says, starting to snap, and he stops himself, sucking in a breath. because truthfully, he doesn't want to hurt anyone, because he'd have to be an idiot to miss the change in tone, because he's talked to alex enough to distantly understand she's trying.
he scrubs a hand over his face, jittering in place. ]
I know that. [ less snappy this time - still angry, but lower. a simmer. ] That's not the point, this - this is exactly what happened there. It's exactly the same.
That's because this is a game of cycles. Everything is repetition. Of course it would be the same.
[ she isn't taking anything personally, so it's fine either way. alex figures... people are unpleasant to be around when someone they care about dies. that's probably why it's easy to be left alone in the wake of it.
so. she's no good at actually providing any support whatsoever. but will keep hanging around. saying the wrong thing over and over. YAY? ]
[ YAY!!!!!!! she's doing her best. also you're in charge of his phone now congrats
anyway. he remembers vi's tattoo, saturday night, just briefly. cycles. it feels like his throat closes up, and he sucks in a breath, harsh. ]
Even more of a reason to break it. [ snarled out again, that cold fury. this place needs to burn. his own tattoo curls around his shoulder, the words changing - all you ever did was break your promises. ]
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[ never mind we're furious again ]
I'm going to burn this bloody place, this entire institution to the ground.
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[ no complaints about the rest. that's all fine. ]
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[ ... though. she is remembering here that strohl was from that shorter game. he is maybe not as used to this as everyone else she's judging a little more. so - these words are not at all the right thing to say, but she does at least sound like she is trying to gently remind him, rather than being her usual condescending self: ]
He's just in another airport. So is Vi.
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he scrubs a hand over his face, jittering in place. ]
I know that. [ less snappy this time - still angry, but lower. a simmer. ] That's not the point, this - this is exactly what happened there. It's exactly the same.
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[ she isn't taking anything personally, so it's fine either way. alex figures... people are unpleasant to be around when someone they care about dies. that's probably why it's easy to be left alone in the wake of it.
so. she's no good at actually providing any support whatsoever. but will keep hanging around. saying the wrong thing over and over. YAY? ]
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anyway. he remembers vi's tattoo, saturday night, just briefly. cycles. it feels like his throat closes up, and he sucks in a breath, harsh. ]
Even more of a reason to break it. [ snarled out again, that cold fury. this place needs to burn. his own tattoo curls around his shoulder, the words changing - all you ever did was break your promises. ]
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You can't. That's the point.
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strohl snaps his head up, and all that calm he managed before is gone again, lightning fast. ]
Shut up, Alex. [ snarled. ] Shut up.
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but that's fine, she can just be quiet. she's still just hanging out though. ]