(to Julieta) Like what? What's even the fix for something like this? Is there a solution?
(This is coming from the kid who genuinely thinks he can single handedly save the world from alien invaders)
I wish I knew what to tell you... It's easy enough to say you've got others but- There not like you and-
I can only imagine. You've probably gone through thousands by now. To just- not be lonely.
edited 21st May '17 8:46:03 PM by TheIcySneasel
Standing in the shadows at the end of my bed.(Doesn't get why everyone is suddenly looking at him)
(Until he realizes that his glasses are fogging up)
(He's otherwise kinda blank)
No, man, I'll be cool. But...
How do you deal with that, Oriana? You're making friends with piles of sand here. Why even bother if it causes you that much grief?
Standing in the shadows at the end of my bed.Roof
Yep. I even have a picture of him when we went to that memorial museum. (holds up a picture of Windaar
◊ and Winda posing in front of a statue of a skull-faced amorphous blob
◊. Winda has a goofy grin, and Windaar is trying to imitate that, but failing miserably.)

"...What do you mean?"