His eyes widened. "Wow, I forgot you could do that." He settled
down next to the fire. "Totally cool." But the heart wasn't in his
words. He gazed out at the orange tongues as they licked at the
sky, a small sigh escaping his throat.
to be aesthetic or not to be aesthetic
that is not a question because I am not aesthetic at all and nor is
this signature
Floyd was silent for a while, just staring into the fire. "...How'd
you get sent here?" he asked, at last. "Or rather... back there."
He jerked his head in the direction of the lab.
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that is not a question because I am not aesthetic at all and nor is
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He shrugged. "No worries. It was my fault, anyway." He stared at
the fire. "My brother and I... I convinced him to take us here. I
needed to write an extra-credit essay for school so I wouldn't
flunk. He drove me here... And... Now he's probably like those
people down there. Dead."
Floyd paused for a minute, still staring at the fire.
"You... you've had everything stolen from you. Your life. Your
past. And you couldn't even help it. But I killed my brother and
ruined my own life... for a stupid grade. And when I looked at that
town, all I could think of- was that I had something to do with it.
Somehow. That I had killed all those people, indirectly or not."
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that is not a question because I am not aesthetic at all and nor is
this signature
"The only direct involvement you had was being a test subject who
unwillingly helped make Zhao more powerful. If that makes you
guilty, then i'm just as guilty."
"Only one. And not a human one. My dad was an engineer, a good one,
he'd build me toys all the time. Some were terrifying, others were
nice. My favorite was Pabu. It was a toy ferret that looked just
like this guy." I picked Pabu up from where he was rolling around.