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[showbizpanache]

[Kurt's voice sounds sort of...different. It's somehow deeper than usual--as deep as his voice can get, anyway--and has a strange, flat sort of quality, as if he's holding something back.]

I'm tired of pretending like everything's okay.

Horrible things have happened. People have--left. There were monsters. There was...Strela. And I think, oh, everyone else can handle it. They're all fighters. This is par for the course for a lot of you guys, right? Because you're strong. Because you aren't some silly little teenager whose biggest concerns are a cheating boyfriend and a failed musical theater audition, right?

[He takes in a single deep, shuddering breath.]

But then I think-- It any of this supposed to be normal? When does it become okay to be desensitized, to stop letting all of this get to you? Is that when this place--this ship, everything on it-- Is that when they win?

Maybe I'm weak and pathetic. But I'm trying so hard to make things feel normal here, but I can't just shrug off how badly I want to just--scream, just curl up somewhere and scream and scream because all of this is just so freaking insane.

Ugh. [Pause.] I'm sorry. [Disconnect.]

[ooc note; So someone's finally been succumbing to his mask. You can blame some recent events. :|b]

Comments

[showbizpanache]

thats good to know I guess

look john we cant do anything about it. I cant turn my heart off

i just have to deal its not like this has never happened to me before

[theyalldieforme]

Do you want me to avoid you?

[showbizpanache]

i dont know

maybe it might be best

[theyalldieforme]

Let me get a gun for you, at least.

[showbizpanache]

you need yours dont you?

[theyalldieforme]

I have another one. If you prefer I'll make Cameron get it to you.

[Sarah left her gun, and some extra ammo, and John's hoarded it.]

[showbizpanache]

fine