[ Great, there he goes saying the wrong thing again. He takes a breath and paces a little, trying to work off irritable energy as Prior snaps at Kolya. Everybody fails. We fail people and we are failed.
It's something John would easily tell anyone else, but he can't swallow his own platitudes. John holds himself to a different standard. His failures stick, weigh him down, draw him slowly under the waves like hundreds of grasping hands.
You torture yourself every day, John. How many is it, now? Kolya prompts, and John scowls at that. ]
What, did you take villainous monologue classes for extra credit? Listen to the prophet, okay? All of you just -- leave me alone! I've been fucked without consent enough for one night, thank you.
[ He's still pacing, but at some point between blinks his gun, jacket and tactical vest have vanished off his uniform. John is, instead, just pacing in a plain black t-shirt and trousers, unarmed against the potential threads around him. ]
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It's something John would easily tell anyone else, but he can't swallow his own platitudes. John holds himself to a different standard. His failures stick, weigh him down, draw him slowly under the waves like hundreds of grasping hands.
You torture yourself every day, John. How many is it, now? Kolya prompts, and John scowls at that. ]
What, did you take villainous monologue classes for extra credit? Listen to the prophet, okay? All of you just -- leave me alone! I've been fucked without consent enough for one night, thank you.
[ He's still pacing, but at some point between blinks his gun, jacket and tactical vest have vanished off his uniform. John is, instead, just pacing in a plain black t-shirt and trousers, unarmed against the potential threads around him. ]