Yes, Prior, I talked to someone about it. This may surprise you, but sometimes talking doesn't magically fix things.
[ Or maybe it wouldn't, since Prior is in his head so Prior is technically -- god, is he talking to himself? Is he trying to talk himself into letting go by dreaming about Prior telling him to let go?
John lifts a hand to his face as he prowls away again, trying to steady himself. Have you talked to anyone about it? John just imagines Kate Heightmeyer, her waves of blonde hair and her reassuring smile. She's dead now, too, and maybe he didn't directly kill her but he's still the reason she's dead -- and all the secrets he'd told her in sessions gone with her. He'd joked once that the Natha needed to start waking up psychologists and really, on some level it hadn't been a joke.
He'd trusted Heightmeyer, and now she was dead, along with all the other people he'd failed to save.
The figure of Kolya prowls a step forward, his lips twisted in an unkind smile:
You claim your purpose is to protect your people, but half the time you can't even do that. That's what drives you, isn't it? Your past failures. ]
Well, since you're dead too I think we can agree I succeeded in some areas.
[ He shifts uncomfortably, feeling trapped between Kolya and Prior, then tries to rally himself. ]
What even is this, a party to tell me how fucked up I am? You don't even belong here, and neither do you --
[ He rounds on Prior, narrowing his eyes. ]
In fact, I was pretty sure if I was gonna have dreams about you it'd be ones where you turn up naked and I feel weird about it in the morning. This is much less pleasant, for the record.
[ Things you continue to say when you think someone isn't real for $100, Alex. ]
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[ Or maybe it wouldn't, since Prior is in his head so Prior is technically -- god, is he talking to himself? Is he trying to talk himself into letting go by dreaming about Prior telling him to let go?
John lifts a hand to his face as he prowls away again, trying to steady himself. Have you talked to anyone about it? John just imagines Kate Heightmeyer, her waves of blonde hair and her reassuring smile. She's dead now, too, and maybe he didn't directly kill her but he's still the reason she's dead -- and all the secrets he'd told her in sessions gone with her. He'd joked once that the Natha needed to start waking up psychologists and really, on some level it hadn't been a joke.
He'd trusted Heightmeyer, and now she was dead, along with all the other people he'd failed to save.
The figure of Kolya prowls a step forward, his lips twisted in an unkind smile:
You claim your purpose is to protect your people, but half the time you can't even do that. That's what drives you, isn't it? Your past failures. ]
Well, since you're dead too I think we can agree I succeeded in some areas.
[ He shifts uncomfortably, feeling trapped between Kolya and Prior, then tries to rally himself. ]
What even is this, a party to tell me how fucked up I am? You don't even belong here, and neither do you --
[ He rounds on Prior, narrowing his eyes. ]
In fact, I was pretty sure if I was gonna have dreams about you it'd be ones where you turn up naked and I feel weird about it in the morning. This is much less pleasant, for the record.
[ Things you continue to say when you think someone isn't real for $100, Alex. ]