(His eyes dart over to look at him very quick, then zip back to the screen.)
Mmmmm... Business is business. Ours is a modern world. Modern infrastructure necessitates certain policies and strictures. Policies and strictures necessitate documentation. Documentation necessitates files, forms, orders, summonses. Someone must process them. That someone is me.
(The robo arms also begin typing (quietly!) on some extra keyboards sprawled out across the desk.)
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019-Graham's knocks get progressively weaker and weaker, as the quiet of the hallway overwhelms him-
..Hhhhh......Hhhhh....
-With one last....less of a knock, and more of an infuriated and frustrated pound on the door, his hand slimply slides down the door, and off it-
.......
-He just rolls onto his back, no longer even short of breath, and stares at the ceiling, defeated.-
-Time and time again, you have shown yourself to be worthless.-
-You're wasting everyone's time. What are you even doing here?-
...........
.........
-You cannot protect a single person. All you do is stumble and fall.-
-You're pathetic. The world walks all over you, and all you can do is whimper and take it.-
-There is no hope for you. Stop trying to achieve what you cannot.-
- Is the coward so afraid of failure?... -
........?......
-He just glances down from the ceiling at Lune, still flat on his back-
.......
....Fine.....M'fine....
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(Hastily rolls towards the door, pushing it shut and rolling back to his desk. Huffs and pants a bit, as though after jerking awake from a nightmare, running a hand down the side of his computer tower.)
Shhhhh... shh shh shh... it's okay, mm, he won't hurt you... won't let him...
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019

Kora you can literally do anything.