[Possible. Fucking possible. Home. Getting back to everyone. Sure, leaving the friends he made here, leaving Sonia but... home. Junior. The guys. The people of Chorus.
...The void that Epsilon left.
He almost opened his mouth, almost started asking about it because he needed more details, needed to know if there was a way that she could sneak him to it when it was done, if he could get out of here, but she was talking about something else. About body parts. About the sickness. His eyes widened, his mouth twisted into a grimace, before he looked away, stomach turning and flipflopping.
Seriously, what. the. fuck.]
They-- okay, that shit is fucked up, but there has to be a reason. They wouldn't just-- I mean-- okay, so maybe they do some shady shit, but...
[And that was it, that right there. He trailed off, his brow furrowed a little as he looked away.] You got proof of this shit? Of your side? Of the shit we pulled?
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...The void that Epsilon left.
He almost opened his mouth, almost started asking about it because he needed more details, needed to know if there was a way that she could sneak him to it when it was done, if he could get out of here, but she was talking about something else. About body parts. About the sickness. His eyes widened, his mouth twisted into a grimace, before he looked away, stomach turning and flipflopping.
Seriously, what. the. fuck.]
They-- okay, that shit is fucked up, but there has to be a reason. They wouldn't just-- I mean-- okay, so maybe they do some shady shit, but...
[And that was it, that right there. He trailed off, his brow furrowed a little as he looked away.] You got proof of this shit? Of your side? Of the shit we pulled?