[161] Post-Flood UGH // Voice.

[stopthat_destro]

[Rex sounds SUUUUPER agitated. It's not just because he's, well, pissed off about the flood, but also because he's going through V withdrawal now, so he's CRAAANKY. And ranting.]

I'm not him. I'm not him, and I'll never be him.

[He laughs breathlessly.]

Except I am, aren't I? He's the best of me, I'm sure you'll say, just like you said the

Comments

Private - 1/2

[hatestriangles]

[Audio clicks on and there's just... silence. For a good long while. Then it clicks off again.]

Private - 2/2

[hatestriangles]

[And then, after about half an hour, he actually says something.]

I'm not that guy, either, R-- Lewis. He was weak; I'm not.

Private

[stopthat_destro]

Oh, no doubt about that.

Private

[hatestriangles]

Fuck you. [Pause.] If you run your goddamn mouth off to anyone about any of the crap he shared with your pathetic little addict doppelganger, we're going to have a problem. The wardens can do whatever they want, I don't give a shit. You talk, you're gone. Understand?

[no_fastolfe]

We were all different. You aren't unique to feel as if that was another person! We were all different!

[Why, Vasilia, it's almost as if you have some sort of disorder that makes non-directional statements seem like a personal attack, especially under stress.

Rhymes with 'faranoia?'

At least she isn't yelling at a child this time.]

[stopthat_destro]

I never said I was. Why don't you pay attention?

[Paranoia versus drug withdrawal? BATTLE OF THE JERKS.]

[no_fastolfe]

Then why broadcast what is already as clear as the vaccuum of space across a wide network unless you wish to convey that your situation is somehow unprecedented and higher priority?

[Would be more withering if her eyes weren't wide and she didn't sound about two seconds from a screaming and/or crying fit.]

[stopthat_destro]

Oh, I don't know, maybe this is because it's the second time this flood has happened to me! Maybe because the last time, people started to treat me differently, because suddenly they thought they knew me! Does that address your righteous indignation sufficiently enough for you?

Private

[creatingalegacy]

If I were weak enough to succumb to alcohol, I'd be drinking this shit away already.

[Amanda has no idea what to think about her alternate self. She sort of admires her a little, and then loathes herself for it. Thinking about it makes her head hurt.]

You're not weak like he was. Everyone knows that.

Private

[stopthat_destro]

I don't want to even think about alcohol right now.

[Pause.]

Weak... Do you remember what he was like before he succumbed?

Re: Private

[creatingalegacy]

No. I don't even want to remember anything she experienced. She was wrong.

Re: Private

[stopthat_destro]

He was... uncompromising, for the longest time. He fought the wardens at every turn, protected people, drew entirely too much attention to himself until a few decided to break him.

He knew who he was.

[Pause.]

How was she wrong?

[Private]

[championoftime]

[This takes a while to get around to, because he stays busy in the infirmary.]

That man you knew, there.

...I know a little part of him is in me. And it's terrifying. And I despise him.

But... when you feel that it's alright again, I would very much like- ...I don't know what I would like. [And he doesn't. He's... kind of tore up about it.]

[Private]

[stopthat_destro]

...Of course, Doctor. I don't blame you for his actions. [Except a small part of him does, and he hates it.]

[raisedinabox]

Our choices make us. Maybe if a few things had gone differently a little earlier, or if you'd chosen a different path then you would have been him.

But you're right. You're not him, you'll never be him, and for what it's worth? You're definitely better off as you are.

[stopthat_destro]

...

Thank you. There's little point in dwelling on what could have been.

[raisedinabox]

True. No more than in concerning yourself with what other people wish you were.

[stopthat_destro]

Right. [TOO GRUMPY TO BE MUCH OF A CONVERSATIONIST.]