-Breen gets a huge whiff of rotting meat in dreamland-
-Hung up behind him, suspended by all of his limbs with string, one wrapepd around his broken neck like a noose, is the wizened old corpse of one Dr. Wallace Breen-
-Black oozing blood drips from a bullet wound to the head-
-A string raises a hand to point at him-
Your punishment will NEVER end! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!
-Gracia scrunches up her nose at Malia-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?... I'm not the best Cloud. The best ones are gone. The ones who figured themselves out. The ones who managed to achieve a little more than just fighting the good fight. The ones who grew up with solid foundations, and handled everything that came their way. They're gone, because that wasn't meant to happen. And I'm what's left.
Sometimes I put myself on that pedestal because at the end of the day it's all I have to take pride in. I never had what they had. They got to forge ahead, and I had to toe the line. They faded away, and I got to stay, never feeling right in my own skin. Because all the "right" choices weren't mine. Not really. They were just what had to happen.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?Good. They... I just worked in the bar. Talked to people
...
People were surprised. I think that speaks for itself on just... how I was.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?

-Breen-
-What are you dreaming about?-
-Shirley sits in the main room, half asleep-