[At this point, was there anything smart to say? Trust the world? Hell, half the time he isn't even sure he can trust himself. All of this just has to be an utter nightmare. That's what Desmond wants to tell himself. How do you explain to someone that you do, to an extent, know them? Know them well. Or as well as someone like Malik let's them know. Desmond doesn't even claim to be as smart as some. He tries. Mostly to get himself into gear, and when he does, it has more to do with (imagined) irritation clawing it's way up from the pit it'd been shoved into.]
No one said anything about insulting you. [It's snappish. And himself. Tired. Irritated. Trying to just-- deal with all of it, but there's pressure behind his eyes. The beginning of another one of those headaches.] Look--
["It's complicated"? "Hard to explain"? "I really don't want to do this right now"? "This is just crazy"? "Man, I could really just use a sandwich or something, because this is what happens when you forget to eat, you get weird visions or something"?]
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No one said anything about insulting you. [It's snappish. And himself. Tired. Irritated. Trying to just-- deal with all of it, but there's pressure behind his eyes. The beginning of another one of those headaches.] Look--
["It's complicated"? "Hard to explain"? "I really don't want to do this right now"? "This is just crazy"? "Man, I could really just use a sandwich or something, because this is what happens when you forget to eat, you get weird visions or something"?]
I need to go.