And it's clear from the way Amal physically recoils from Psii, getting that look on his face like a cornered animal that only smelled a trap after it was too late. The look that says he's about to run.
As soon as the invitation to talk is offered, he mutters "fuck this", climbs out of the khaki nest, and makes his escape, slamming the door behind him. He can't be in there anymore. He can't listen to this. Psii's uncanny description of his thoughts brought back the ugly memories in a flood, his helplessness, the drunken blur of days in which people dropped by, made him eat, encouraged him to get up. The funeral, the mechanical way he forced himself to prepare the clinic and TSO for the rising waters that ended up washing away any possible leads.
God, and he got wasted and burned down a house. To say he was miserable and enraged, and feeling more than his fair share of both right now, was an understatement.
Fucking troll. Who the fuck did he think he was? Who even asked him?]
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And it's clear from the way Amal physically recoils from Psii, getting that look on his face like a cornered animal that only smelled a trap after it was too late. The look that says he's about to run.
As soon as the invitation to talk is offered, he mutters "fuck this", climbs out of the khaki nest, and makes his escape, slamming the door behind him. He can't be in there anymore. He can't listen to this. Psii's uncanny description of his thoughts brought back the ugly memories in a flood, his helplessness, the drunken blur of days in which people dropped by, made him eat, encouraged him to get up. The funeral, the mechanical way he forced himself to prepare the clinic and TSO for the rising waters that ended up washing away any possible leads.
God, and he got wasted and burned down a house. To say he was miserable and enraged, and feeling more than his fair share of both right now, was an understatement.
Fucking troll. Who the fuck did he think he was? Who even asked him?]