[He exhales at that one, a hoarse huff of breath that folds his arms across his chest, pulls his shoulders upwards. Dismissal, again. This is what it comes down to, right? You're just a stupid, crazy kid, making up stories. Why should any of us believe you?]
You'd better hope to god that you're still an outsider.
[There's no guarantee that she isn't. There's no fucking guarantee at all.]
You think I haven't tried to fix it? You think I don't know that?
[You think the weight of the fallout hasn't been laid across his shoulders since day fucking one, since he made the stupid, stupid choice to follow a line of inquiry that had him looking up a YouTube channel and staring, aghast, at a great long chain of events he couldn't remember?]
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You'd better hope to god that you're still an outsider.
[There's no guarantee that she isn't. There's no fucking guarantee at all.]
You think I haven't tried to fix it? You think I don't know that?
[You think the weight of the fallout hasn't been laid across his shoulders since day fucking one, since he made the stupid, stupid choice to follow a line of inquiry that had him looking up a YouTube channel and staring, aghast, at a great long chain of events he couldn't remember?]