...Coward? [ He mutters that, mostly to himself, but audible enough to be picked up. ] When did I act like that? When did I fuckin' hide? I've said it earlier ー that happened. What else do you want, aah? Reasons? So you can rationalise why I did shit?!
[ A forced, cracking laughter booms on the device speaker. ]
News for ya: I don't give a crap what you think about me. I don't fuckin' care if you hate me, or treat me like some goddamn criminal. 'Cuz guess what? That's a fact! What, are you gonna say you were trying to believe me, or some shit like that? [ This time, a more natural-sounding chuckle leaves him. ] Too bad. [ There was no trace of amusement in it, though. ] It's rainin' on your parade, shithead. Well, at least you can have your throne of shit-eatin' saint all to yourself. Enjoy it.
[ And with that, Mondo hangs up, throwing the device to another side of his bed.
...That was... Much.
The fact that a lifeー no, two lives were gone under his hands never stopped haunting him. Ever since he's gotten his 'second chance' here in Wonderland, he's got plenty of times to think about it, to mull over it, to involuntarily have the scene replaying in his head over and over. He'd expect himself not to feel so strongly about the exposure of the 'same old thing' for the umpteenth time, and yet... He sighs loudly, covering his face with his broad palms. Once again, it makes him wonder, why him? Why Mondo, out of all people, who gets the chance to live again? Why not Aniki? Why not Fujisaki? The charismatic leader and the prodigy programmer ー they both deserved their lives much, much more than him. They had promising future and potentials ahead. They were strong, stronger than a lot of people. Stronger... than him. ]
Khー Fuck.
[ Conversation with that punk gave him so much bitter aftertaste, god. He totally needed all the reminders. If only he could spit them out, vomit those poisonous substances that squashed him tight inside, maybe it'd feel better. Alas, there's no way to boot out the intangible. ]
Goddammit!
[ Ugh, fuck sleeping. Who the hell can sleep after that anyway?!
In a matter of minute, he gets off his bed, out of his room, and down the stairs. He keeps going and going. It doesn't matter where, he needs to get away, get out of there, somewhere. ]
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[ A forced, cracking laughter booms on the device speaker. ]
News for ya: I don't give a crap what you think about me. I don't fuckin' care if you hate me, or treat me like some goddamn criminal. 'Cuz guess what? That's a fact! What, are you gonna say you were trying to believe me, or some shit like that? [ This time, a more natural-sounding chuckle leaves him. ] Too bad. [ There was no trace of amusement in it, though. ] It's rainin' on your parade, shithead. Well, at least you can have your throne of shit-eatin' saint all to yourself. Enjoy it.
[ And with that, Mondo hangs up, throwing the device to another side of his bed.
...That was... Much.
The fact that a lifeー no, two lives were gone under his hands never stopped haunting him. Ever since he's gotten his 'second chance' here in Wonderland, he's got plenty of times to think about it, to mull over it, to involuntarily have the scene replaying in his head over and over. He'd expect himself not to feel so strongly about the exposure of the 'same old thing' for the umpteenth time, and yet... He sighs loudly, covering his face with his broad palms. Once again, it makes him wonder, why him? Why Mondo, out of all people, who gets the chance to live again? Why not Aniki? Why not Fujisaki? The charismatic leader and the prodigy programmer ー they both deserved their lives much, much more than him. They had promising future and potentials ahead. They were strong, stronger than a lot of people. Stronger... than him. ]
Khー Fuck.
[ Conversation with that punk gave him so much bitter aftertaste, god. He totally needed all the reminders. If only he could spit them out, vomit those poisonous substances that squashed him tight inside, maybe it'd feel better. Alas, there's no way to boot out the intangible. ]
Goddammit!
[ Ugh, fuck sleeping. Who the hell can sleep after that anyway?!
In a matter of minute, he gets off his bed, out of his room, and down the stairs. He keeps going and going. It doesn't matter where, he needs to get away, get out of there, somewhere. ]