[She looks like his anchor in reality, the girl who unlocked his will to live. He drinks in the sight of her through the crackling static. That had been no lie - or had it? When she told him to hold on and wait for Lucita, for Anatole, had something else been speaking? Hope, or self-deception?
He knows just how capable he is of self-deception. Maybe this is what he confesses next, the utter humanity of what he truly searches for. Someone to watch over me.
Her name is Angel It's embarrassing.]
You feel i[static]ny of it was real? We can't [static]reful with what we beli[static] have to -
[This time it's not the static that cuts him off. It's the sight of his own hands flickering ghostlike, right in front of him. In the video it's all of him, blinking in and out, frozen in horrified confusion.]
Time for fun with static and by fun I mean JFC WHY
He knows just how capable he is of self-deception. Maybe this is what he confesses next, the utter humanity of what he truly searches for. Someone to watch over me.
Her name is Angel It's embarrassing.]
You feel i[static]ny of it was real? We can't [static]reful with what we beli[static] have to -
[This time it's not the static that cuts him off. It's the sight of his own hands flickering ghostlike, right in front of him. In the video it's all of him, blinking in and out, frozen in horrified confusion.]