“/Missing/? What do you mean he’s /missing/? I told you not to let him out of your sight!” – I didn’t expect them to notice my absence that fast. Especially since I broke my collar with that random screwdriver. Shoot. My lungs hurt so bad. I don’t know how much longer I can run for… … My legs won’t move. The fact that I snagged it earlier isn’t helping much. At least I managed to collapse in some place out of sight. … My throat feels so tight. I can’t cry though. It might give me away. I haven’t earned the right either. I know what I did. I shouldn’t be allowed to cry for it. …I’m so selfish. So selfish. What is wrong with me? … I hate it. I hate it all so much. I hate myself so much. Why would I do that..? … I’m so sorry, Damon. I’m so f—— sorry. … I think they’ve stopped searching for now. I’m still too worn out to go anywhere. God, the stamina training didn’t do s—. Haha. I’m so weak, it’s almost funny. … I feel a bit lightheaded. ______ (Rebellion)(RM = Rebellion member) RM1: “...What the…” RM2: “Do you think that’s him?” RM1: “Looks like it.” RM2: “How’d he even get out on his own?” RM1: “Why’re you asking me? I don’t know.” RM2: “...poor kid. He looked devastated when I saw him on the television.” RM2: “...Think we should take him back to base?” RM1: “What, were you thinking of leaving him here and letting the stars find him?” RM2: “...heh, I’ll take that as a yes. Come help me carry him.” RM1: “...ughhh… alright…”
Song - Trauma by Maebi CHARACTER: Spade
