voicetesting.

[wreakings]

[ Someone is not happy. ] You don't know anything about me or my life. Don't pretend that you do.

[ There's a long pause in which he doesn't say anything. He's not here to make a scene, not really. He's just — angry. ] Whatever.

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[no_more_hiding]

Does anyone really know anything about your life though?

[wreakings]

It isn't anyone's business. [ That's a no. ]

[no_more_hiding]

So maybe you should be a little nicer to your narrator if you aren't willing to share.

[wreakings]

Why? It's none of her business, either. [ Not anyone's, which part of that was so difficult to understand, bozo? ]

[no_more_hiding]

I'm sorry, I thought you were complaining that they knew nothing of you. [Awkward look.]

[wreakings]

[ Are you really that naive.

Yeah okay maybe you are. ] No. I was complaining that she pretends to.

[no_more_hiding]

So...you were being mean to tell her not to try and understand you?

[wreakings]

She should just leave me alone. [ You all should. You'd be safer that way. ]

[mentis]

Really Alex. I've heard nothing but nice things about your Mundane, you're in very safe hands.

[wreakings]

[ You don't get it, do you? It's not about him, it's that everyone else isn't safe around him. But he's pushed that thought so far down that it doesn't really come up. ]

Why am I not surprised that you know her.

[mentis]

More mine than me personally, but it's always nice to know that there's someone with an attention to detail behind the ah - proverbial wheel as it may.

[wreakings]

I don't want anyone prying.

[mentis]

I know being open is a rather terrifying prospect but you never know, it might serve you well.

[wreakings]

Serve me well how.

[evolv]

Hey man, don't sweat it. It's all good.

[wreakings]

[ He misses you, Darwin. ] Not really.

[evolv]

[Their time together was too short.]

Someone's taken an interest in you. She likes you. That's good in my book.

[wreakings]

You're way too optimistic, man.

[ But he doesn't want to fight with Darwin of all people, so while he's still not happy about this? He'll let it go for now. ]

[evolv]

Sometimes optimism is all you got. You've gotta hope things'll be better than they are.

[wreakings]

That's your thing. [ Alex' thing is solitary confinement and insulting people. ]

[evolv]

It's a good thing. I could share it.

[wreakings]

What if things don't get better? [ You die. ]

[evolv]

[Not here.] Then you try something else 'til it does.

[wreakings]

[ That's — something, at least. But Alex isn't going to forget what Darwin looked like dying anytime soon. ] Let's get food.

[ Because he doesn't want to talk (or think) about this. ]

[evolv]

Sure man, my treat.

[As they walk to whatever restaurant, Darwin's hands are in his pockets, but he walks close enough to Alex to bump shoulders as they go.]

[wreakings]

[ Having Darwin by his side has somehow always been easy, companionship even when he usually finds himself more tense the closer people get to him. ]

Thanks, man.