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“It feels like drowning.“
“Isn’t that how it’s supposed to feel?“
“I- no? Yes..? Maybe? I don’t know,“ “They don’t exactly teach you these things in the City, Jet; how do you expect me to know?“
“Same way you expect me to, i suppose.“
“You’re not helping.“
“Because i don’t know how to help, Kobra.“
“Sorry.“
“It’s fine just...tell me more? About how you feel, i mean.“
“Do i have to?“
“Not unless you want to take this one to the Doc during business hours. You know the station’s walls have ears, though.“
“Destroya, if Pone even said a word about it i’d bury their skates all across the Zones.“
“Okay, but they could talk about it and you wouldn’t even understand.“
“I’d get Poison to tell me if they are.“
“Poison doesn’t understand shit from what Pony says- they’ve just been called an idiot enough times to know what the word for that is.“
“Wait, is that how they know what you mean when you do your hand thing?“
“I usually call them an asshole, but yeah, pretty much.“
“Can you teach me how to do that?“
“What, ASL or calling Poison an asshole?“
“Both.“
“Sure. Maybe another time, though.“
“Okay.“ “...i’m trying to avoid the subject, y’know?“
“Mhmm.“
“Everything is just so big sometimes, but also so fucking small and it feels like Better Living is always looking over my shoulder- like they’re hovering somewhere out of sight. What if they get you? What if i’m the only one left? It’d be all my fault for not having done enough and just- fucking feelings are hard and confusing and i hate them.”
“Hey, no matter what we stick together, okay? And if for some Witch forsaken reason you do end up alone, i’ll personally fight her on your behalf because you’re not getting rid of me that easily.“
“You promise?“
“Promise.“