[ It takes a moment before he moves. Leans enough that their shoulders brush, but not much more than that. He's too tense. Locked tight with the reminder of everything that happened- every way they failed. Every way they were MADE to fail. ]
It was supposed to matter.
[ There's this old stone of vicious bitterness lodged in his throat, scalding and jagged enough he's surprised he's not spitting blood. ] All of us- we died for nothing. Not a fucking thing.
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It was supposed to matter.
[ There's this old stone of vicious bitterness lodged in his throat, scalding and jagged enough he's surprised he's not spitting blood. ] All of us- we died for nothing. Not a fucking thing.