[ ...He doesn't like this guy enough to comfort him about bullshit. That's what Chuuya tells himself, throwing his Syntrofos down with a scowl. But that question rattles around uncomfortably in his brain as he pretends he's done with the conversation and goes over what he's learned, what he has to do, who he can trust.
how the hell do we know what's real or what isn't anymore
It takes a while, but it prickles under his skin. Chuuya's lived that sentiment for most of his life. What's him, what's not. What's real, what's not. Corruption might be a thing that will come to effect all of the Augmented here but Corruption has been eating away at Chuuya since he was sixteen. There's been something other than himself inside his own body for longer than that, as long as he can remember.
He growls and picks the phone back up. ]
you find a lodestone. an anchor. some kinda mantra. and you hold onto that come hell or high water and never let it not be true.
tell me something about yourself that you knew to be true before you woke up here.
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how the hell do we know what's real or what isn't anymore
It takes a while, but it prickles under his skin. Chuuya's lived that sentiment for most of his life. What's him, what's not. What's real, what's not. Corruption might be a thing that will come to effect all of the Augmented here but Corruption has been eating away at Chuuya since he was sixteen. There's been something other than himself inside his own body for longer than that, as long as he can remember.
He growls and picks the phone back up. ]
you find a lodestone. an anchor. some kinda mantra. and you hold onto that come hell or high water and never let it not be true.
tell me something about yourself that you knew to be true before you woke up here.