Gods, three years? At least that means... that means he survives, because--
"Hey, this is completely frakked up. Tell me your name."
He's sorry he doesn't know this man, doesn't know what he did to him, doesn't know anything. And he's not sure he does want to know any of it. One thing he's godsdamn sure of, he hasn't just and isn't about to shoot the guy.
"Or... or at least tell me what to call you. For end of the universe purposes."
There's a sick, hollow, empty feeling in the pit of his stomach, like someone just knocked the ground out from beneath him. There's nothing about this situation that feels right, but not in the all this has happened before way that's been eating away at him since he got here. This is almost worse.
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"Hey, this is completely frakked up. Tell me your name."
He's sorry he doesn't know this man, doesn't know what he did to him, doesn't know anything. And he's not sure he does want to know any of it. One thing he's godsdamn sure of, he hasn't just and isn't about to shoot the guy.
"Or... or at least tell me what to call you. For end of the universe purposes."
There's a sick, hollow, empty feeling in the pit of his stomach, like someone just knocked the ground out from beneath him. There's nothing about this situation that feels right, but not in the all this has happened before way that's been eating away at him since he got here. This is almost worse.