I'll take you home. I don't like the idea of anyone travelling alone from now on.
I'm putting Travis in charge while I'm gone.
Actually, no, I'd rather not come home to him organising a synchronised rooftop suicide.
Sol is in charge. Come on, Strife.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?With Gilda
(Is violently assaulted with a barrage of images from the past week upon nudging him. Said images are intermingled with several of the symbol and of the bird she saw before.)
(Watches the Doctor and Cloud.)
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make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019With Gilda
(Shit slows down as the suicide approaches. She is made to watch it for what seems like an eternity, her falling body juxtaposed with the distorted image of the great bird diving for the forest and both she and the bird hit the ground at once and both of their bodies are gruesomely smashed and their bones snap slowly like twigs and)
It's Sunday morning! Wake up everybody!
(All are in their beds.)
(Gilda awakens, alive and in her body, but feeling very sore all over as though she had been pummeled yesterday. None of her bones are broken, but oh god, the pain.)
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019-Goes outside-
-Avoids looking at the bloodstains on the concrete outside-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?

Hey. Kid.
IS THAT ME? AM I THE MOM?