[It doesn't feel like betrayal at this point anymore. Nothing does. It just feels like going through the motions. Another shitshow. Out of the frying pan - ]
[Think of Four-Seven. He doesn't think about her consciously, just like how he doesn't think about the rest of the Project consciously; they just kind of crop up in the texture of his brain matter, apropos of nothing, ghosts hovering in the column of his spine.]
That's what I've gathered.
[The shallow lumps of buildings, silhouetted against the hills, crop up in disturbingly regular spots: two rows of five, every single time, most of them as overgrown as the rest of the island.]
[It's as good a time as any to bring it back up, despite the uncertainty that shifts his grip on his weapon and tips his visored head to one side.]
no subject
[Think of Four-Seven. He doesn't think about her consciously, just like how he doesn't think about the rest of the Project consciously; they just kind of crop up in the texture of his brain matter, apropos of nothing, ghosts hovering in the column of his spine.]
That's what I've gathered.
[The shallow lumps of buildings, silhouetted against the hills, crop up in disturbingly regular spots: two rows of five, every single time, most of them as overgrown as the rest of the island.]
[It's as good a time as any to bring it back up, despite the uncertainty that shifts his grip on his weapon and tips his visored head to one side.]
You and C.T. You guys are gonna be...okay, right?