[Heh. Weird. It's...hard to talk about, almost. Not just almost, either. It's like the words get clotted up in his skull, sticking fast to the contours of his mind like bits of bubblegum, or pebbles caught in the mud.
What can he say about the doc? Most of it's just a haze. That might be the worst part of all this - knowin' that the doc frustrated him, outraged him, made him angrier and more prone to caring than almost anyone, but not being able to know why.]
Smart. And, uh, kind of an asshole. Liked to lord everything over ya. Always had to be right.
[He remembers that well enough.]
Yeah.
[He repeats the word grimly, almost mournfully, as he bows his skull.]
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[Heh. Weird. It's...hard to talk about, almost. Not just almost, either. It's like the words get clotted up in his skull, sticking fast to the contours of his mind like bits of bubblegum, or pebbles caught in the mud.
What can he say about the doc? Most of it's just a haze. That might be the worst part of all this - knowin' that the doc frustrated him, outraged him, made him angrier and more prone to caring than almost anyone, but not being able to know why.]
Smart. And, uh, kind of an asshole. Liked to lord everything over ya. Always had to be right.
[He remembers that well enough.]
Yeah.
[He repeats the word grimly, almost mournfully, as he bows his skull.]
He always had to be right.