"... I want them to be. They want to be. I don't think they should forgive me, though. It's my fault they ended up with SQUIPs, so..."
He still seems a bit out of it, to be frank. He feels like he's not really here, that he's just far away, watching this unfold on a TV screen. He doesn't have the opportunity to stop himself from talking, or to lie. He just... says it all without thinking, like some input was entered on a keyboard and the part of his brain that was still computerized just whirred back to life.
"I don't know why I'm telling you all this," he finally admits. Just another piece of dirty laundry to air in this pile of it he's dumped on the stranger.
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He still seems a bit out of it, to be frank. He feels like he's not really here, that he's just far away, watching this unfold on a TV screen. He doesn't have the opportunity to stop himself from talking, or to lie. He just... says it all without thinking, like some input was entered on a keyboard and the part of his brain that was still computerized just whirred back to life.
"I don't know why I'm telling you all this," he finally admits. Just another piece of dirty laundry to air in this pile of it he's dumped on the stranger.