The duck of his head is telling for his first answer. Yes, he's aware it ain't right. He fucked up and there ain't no way what's being around it. He could map the marks he left like a star map. But what more can he do now?
He can't help but shudder when the Psiioniic says that life is done. It brings the whole scope of it all into focus and he doens't want to see it. At the same time, it shrinks everything down and it makes feeling for like he should've done more, he should've suffered more, he's got no right to shit.
He doesn't expect that next line. It widens his eyes and lifts his head. It sounded almost being like... like an approval. Maybe not a happy one but still being one more all than resignation. The Psiioniic words like he's earned it somehow. The life he should have. It takes his breath. He doesn't what to say.
He supposes that's for the best because the next question is the thing that most requires response. With shaking hands, he writes; the capitol.
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He can't help but shudder when the Psiioniic says that life is done. It brings the whole scope of it all into focus and he doens't want to see it. At the same time, it shrinks everything down and it makes feeling for like he should've done more, he should've suffered more, he's got no right to shit.
He doesn't expect that next line. It widens his eyes and lifts his head. It sounded almost being like... like an approval. Maybe not a happy one but still being one more all than resignation. The Psiioniic words like he's earned it somehow. The life he should have. It takes his breath. He doesn't what to say.
He supposes that's for the best because the next question is the thing that most requires response. With shaking hands, he writes; the capitol.