"I don't like this," The girl whimpered, licking her lips and shuffling a bit under the pressure of the man's gaze. "I want to go home."
The man came onto the T.V. screen and he looked at her solemnly, clutching her arms roughly to emphasize his next statement. "We can't go home, now. Don't you get it? We don't have a home."
He sighed and walked a few feet in the opposite direction. "I want to go home, too."
"But you can't. So put a Goddamn sock in it, you loser." I said, taking a swig of purified drinking water and glaring at the television screen.
Jamie rolled her eyes. "Come on. Her friends were just killed in front of her. Cut the two some slack, wouldja? Some day your cruelty will catch up with you."
I scoffed. "Yeah, right. Me showing sympathy to these pathetic drones'll happen the day..." I thought about it for awhile, staring off into the depths of a nearby wall. "The day..." I snapped my fingers and pointed at her, having come to a satisfactory conclusion. "That'll happen the day Dragon Age becomes real."
Jamie just sighed and continued on her search for cheap gothic items from online retailers with no life. "Careful what you wish for.." She muttered.
"What was that?" I half-mindedly asked.
"Nothing."
And that was our beginning.