...I used to hear voices, sometimes. Not so much anymore, but sometimes they'd get worse and worse, until I couldn't hear myself think.
...One time I listened to them. I couldn't stop listening for three days, and when I was finally able to stop there were a lot of people hurt and dead, and most of Junon had burned.
The only reason I hadn't done more damage is because the voices — I was enjoying it. I took my time hurting all those people. It felt good. Better than good. It was...
...
...They should have executed me for that. I wouldn't have blamed them. I guess Reeve was feeling sentimental, though, and they gave me this. -Rubs his neck- It's just a tracker now, but before it... it kept me from feeling things, or thinking too hard, and if I did it would knock me out. After I proved I could shut the voices out, they disabled parts of it. It's not coming out, though. Not without them taking it out themselves. The wires are in my brain.
edited 27th May '15 11:56:14 PM by GameSpazzer
MY SOUL IS DARK BUT MY HAIR IS COLORFUL — Brahian Pokémon Alchemist...
-Welp, turns out your emotional rock is just as fucked in the head as you-
-How to take this?-
...
-Yes, let's let this uncomfortable stunned silence drag out a little longer-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-She sits there-
-And then starts crying into her knees-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?

You... you have...
-She feels at the few implants on her own neck that are too tighty bonded to the brain stem to risk removal-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?