[Locked to you doctor types (sloppily because she doesn't give a shit)]

I want it out.

[Well, this has been a long time coming. She sounds kinda pissed about having to ask.]

The chip. I want it gone. I won't have it inside me any longer. I don't want to be played with again. I won't do nothing anymore. And I will not...be weak...again.

I want it out ( Read more... )

Shut up. I'm sick of this. I'm sick of listening to all of you. Crying and throwing tantrums like children. Why do you care if this place is destroyed? What does it matter? It's worthless. This world was already dead. So why?

[Despite the vitriol, her voice is oddly...flat. Dead. Though there's an ever-so-slightly frantic, desperate edge to the ( Read more... )