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003. [TEXT] - After The Breach
Would someone please explain to me just what the fuck that was? I'm not on this ship for a week and shit gets fucked up. I think someone owes me an explanation as to what the fuck this fucking ship actually fucking is.
Right. Fucking. Now.
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You have no idea how hard it is to type this, but I need some help.
If you're gonna preach at me, don't bother coming.
I have some stuff to say.
I think I'm in over my head.
Also? I'd kinda make it fast, I don't know if I'm gonna pass out or what.
Right. Fucking. Now.
[ Locked to DCU People ]
You have no idea how hard it is to type this, but I need some help.
If you're gonna preach at me, don't bother coming.
I have some stuff to say.
I think I'm in over my head.
Also? I'd kinda make it fast, I don't know if I'm gonna pass out or what.
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Alcohol. Lots and lots of alcohol. But I think I'm just gonna hole up for a couple days. Sort through all the shit in my head. I'll drop you a line and we can hit the bar when I'm not all over the place?
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Okay. That's cool. Just say when.
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Gimme a couple days. I bounce back pretty quick, but this shit was insane.
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And yeah, it was insane. I was just lucky the girl I was had friends and family.
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I killed people. For money. And I really liked it.
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...damn. That's severely fucked up. I needed some time myself when something like that happened to me.
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Yeah. I mean, I'm no angel, but that's not me. This is all such bullshit.
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Yeah, I know. It wasn't you. That was someone else's reality, someone else's choices. You just got forced into a ride-along for a few days.
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Wish it wasn't all still in my head though. Whoever I was, she was a real piece of work.
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