LOG A1-P2
HELLO, LADIES! GREAT WEATHER TODAY. ANYWAYS, IT LOOKS LIKE YOU TWO ARE HAVING A DEEP, SUPER-IMPORTANT CONVERSATION, BUT I REALLY NEED TO TALK TO VERDANA. IT'S ABOUT...TREBUCHET AND BROADWAY! THEY NEED TO TELL HER SOMETHING. SO, IF SHE COULD JUST...GO OVER THERE, TO THEM, THAT WOULD BE GREAT.
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IS SOMETHING WRONG, ARIAL? YOU LOOK LIKE YOU-
shut up.
WH...NO!
what, you think i'm just going to let verdana walk away? did you even hear what she was saying about franklin gothic?
NNH...!
you had to have heard. you just don't care. you're too screwed up in the head to really care about anything anymore.
P-PLEASE DON'T-
no, i'm gonna keep pointing this blaster at you. do you know why?
N...N-
it's because i'm sick and tired of hearing your little cheerful quips. i'm sick and tired of watching you prance everywhere with a spring in your step. and worst of all, i'm sick and tired of looking at your stupid. fake. grin.
BUT IT'S NOT-
but it's not fake? what, do you really think you're fooling anyone with that act? "oh, look at me, i'm so happy all the time, be my friend!" please. your brother died, and you never found another one. you're just like verdana, but she's at least honest about how much her life sucks.
BUT-
i killed her sister, i killed broadway's brother, and if trebuchet had ever gotten himself a sibling, i probably would've killed them, too. all of the solo BIGS are alone because of me, and all you can do is smile about it?
I JUST-
don't you get it? i killed your brother! if you had any sense in you, you'd hate me, but you know what? i think watching him die messed you up somehow. you're so broken that you don't even know what pain feels like. that's the only explanation for that stupid smile of yours.
ANYONE CAN-
anyone can what? anyone can smile and be happy if they just have the right attitude? newsflash, it's not that easy! some of us have dust on our hands!
BUT I'M ONE OF THOSE PEOPLE?
...what?
I WAS... I WAS SPARRING WITH MY BROTHER, AND AN ATTACK FROM ANOTHER FIGHT HIT ME, AND I TRIED REALLY HARD TO KEEP MY MAGIC FROM GOING ALL OVER THE PLACE, BUT I STILL ENDED UP SHOOTING A BONE AT HIM, AND...
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I...GUESS YOU DIDN'T SEE THAT. YOU WERE TOO BUSY TRYING TO STOP YOUR MAGIC FROM HURTING ANYONE ELSE. IT'S HARD. I KNOW SOME OF THE smalls DON'T UNDERSTAND HOW HARD IT IS SOMETIMES, BUT..
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HE WAS MY BROTHER, BUT HE LIKED KEEPING SECRETS. HE NEVER WANTED ANYONE TO KNOW THE REAL "HIM," NOT EVEN ME. BUT STILL! I KNOW HE WOULDN'T HAVE WANTED ME TO MOPE AROUND AND BE SAD. HE WOULD'VE WANTED ME TO HELP PEOPLE AND BE FRIENDS WITH THEM. SO, NO MATTER HOW HARD IT IS, I HAVE TO WORK HARD AT BEING HAPPY. AND TO-
"Attention. Common hours are now over. Please exit the recreation room and return to your quarters."
OH. UM.
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DO YOU-
shut up. and leave me alone.
O-OKAY.
