[Hearing Psii talk and knowing Amal as well as he did, TJ was awarded tragic foresight into how this would be going. Part of him wanted to stop Psii from saying anymore, but another part of him felt compelled to let him speak.
Maybe it would help? Amal's anger and frustration over this wasn't something TJ knew how to control or handle, and in a show of his own hesitancy, he was willing to let Psii take the bullet for what he couldn't really say himself.
Though that didn't make Amal's retreat any less frustrating and frightening, all rolled into one. TJ didn't need a chip in his brain to make him feel this one: it stung all on its own, igniting insecurities he hoped to bury once and for all when the chip deactivated.
He fucked up, he fucked up so colossally bad, but the only real shot he had of making this go right was letting Amal do this. TJ knew he needed the time alone, the least he could do was ensure he got it.]
Don't. [He said to Psii, preempting any shows of protest or psiioniics from the troll.] Let him go. [And, quieter:] This is harder on him than either of us.
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Maybe it would help? Amal's anger and frustration over this wasn't something TJ knew how to control or handle, and in a show of his own hesitancy, he was willing to let Psii take the bullet for what he couldn't really say himself.
Though that didn't make Amal's retreat any less frustrating and frightening, all rolled into one. TJ didn't need a chip in his brain to make him feel this one: it stung all on its own, igniting insecurities he hoped to bury once and for all when the chip deactivated.
He fucked up, he fucked up so colossally bad, but the only real shot he had of making this go right was letting Amal do this. TJ knew he needed the time alone, the least he could do was ensure he got it.]
Don't. [He said to Psii, preempting any shows of protest or psiioniics from the troll.] Let him go. [And, quieter:] This is harder on him than either of us.