spoilers | reacting to the new ep from in-game

[paterelohim]

[Chuck is sitting numbly on the edge of his couch, subconsciously curled into Himself. The bottle of vodka and his eyes red from crying speak more than any words ever could. For a long time, he doesn't say anything.

He's horrified. Absolutely horrified.]

This is it. [His voice is very small.] I gotta go back.

You don't have to tell me, okay? I already know. [He gets up and starts pacing, looking dead-eyed and voice ringing with exhaustion.] I can't stay in this- this game. It's not about me or my issues anymore, it's about why the fuck I'm not- I'm not fixing it at home. The fact that I'm so far up my own ass that I let the last good son suffer even worse than death.

And for what? To prove a point about- about deserving to live? For the sake of narrative convenience, or trying to go for a world record in deadbeat dickery?

They're gonna fix the Core... and I'm gonna fix it. [Shaking his head, dragging his hands over His face.] I can't leave him there.

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[paterelohim]

I don't need a tally, man. I can remember every single angel that ever lived... and how they died.

[employeeofthemonthforever]

Oh, spare me the quibbling with the metaphor.

[paterelohim]

It wasn't that serious of a question anyway.

[employeeofthemonthforever]

It was.

[paterelohim]

You think I keep a mental list of which angels are worth saving?

typos typos forever

[employeeofthemonthforever]

Obviously not, given that you don't.

But you called him the last good son, which implies there were others, despite their insufficiency to spur you to action.

[paterelohim]

Every one of you had the potential to be.

[employeeofthemonthforever]

That wasn't the question.

[A soft sound in his throat, half growl, half sigh.]

Nevermind.

[paterelohim]

You asked something disingenuous. What'd you want me to do?

[employeeofthemonthforever]

Anything.

[Zachariah, bite your tongues.]

I stopped asking my questions earnestly a long time ago.

[Because no one ever answered.]