[So... she hasn't said anything at all, actually? If Ranger is to be believed. But moping... it's a small upset spike of a thought, digging in. What does she have to be moping about? She's not the one with her handprint stamped on her neck. Shin hasn't looked in a mirror yet, because doing so feels like it would put the final nail in, and also just depression nest, but he can sure feel it.]
Seems she hasn't found another room yet, then.
[He's not sure why that's what he gets hung up on, but she was rambling about already planning to move out on the roof, so wouldn't she have had an idea in advance? Probably she could just ask anyone and they'd say yes... Sounds like a mess... he feels like a mess.]
That obvious from my voice, is it?
[Can't exactly hide that one behind a door. Well, he could just not speak, slide notes under or something, but the chance to start out with that has sailed.]
...
[Like picking at a scab, levering it up with fingernails. It's a bad idea. You know it's a bad idea. You should leave it alone. You want to leave it alone. And yet.]
...Hey, Ranger. You've seen them, haven't you. In the simulations... how many times did she kill me?
[Not voted for him. Killed him. There was no veneer of displaced culpability to this.]
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[So... she hasn't said anything at all, actually? If Ranger is to be believed. But moping... it's a small upset spike of a thought, digging in. What does she have to be moping about? She's not the one with her handprint stamped on her neck. Shin hasn't looked in a mirror yet, because doing so feels like it would put the final nail in, and also just depression nest, but he can sure feel it.]
Seems she hasn't found another room yet, then.
[He's not sure why that's what he gets hung up on, but she was rambling about already planning to move out on the roof, so wouldn't she have had an idea in advance? Probably she could just ask anyone and they'd say yes... Sounds like a mess... he feels like a mess.]
That obvious from my voice, is it?
[Can't exactly hide that one behind a door. Well, he could just not speak, slide notes under or something, but the chance to start out with that has sailed.]
...
[Like picking at a scab, levering it up with fingernails. It's a bad idea. You know it's a bad idea. You should leave it alone. You want to leave it alone. And yet.]
...Hey, Ranger. You've seen them, haven't you. In the simulations... how many times did she kill me?
[Not voted for him. Killed him. There was no veneer of displaced culpability to this.]