'Physically, we're in graves. I don't know what you'd call us now. But I bet you-'
He stops, and lets out a breath. He's too tired to sustain this rage. He wants to, because it feels like living, but there's just not enough in him to keep going.
'He was twenty-two, an' a useless PC. This-' he gestures vaguely at himself, '-is what he thought he'd be, eventually. Maybe he would've been. I'm a walking product of my own imagination, Alex. Of course it's not real.'
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He takes his hand off her.
'Physically, we're in graves. I don't know what you'd call us now. But I bet you-'
He stops, and lets out a breath. He's too tired to sustain this rage. He wants to, because it feels like living, but there's just not enough in him to keep going.
'He was twenty-two, an' a useless PC. This-' he gestures vaguely at himself, '-is what he thought he'd be, eventually. Maybe he would've been. I'm a walking product of my own imagination, Alex. Of course it's not real.'