Do you know the strength you need to do that? How little you have to think of the people you’re doing it to? They don’t become people to you anymore, they’re meat. Worse, they’re still living meat. It’s slow. Your flesh gets ruined, but you can do it without piercing any organs. If you’re lucky you bleed out.
He did that to so many fucking people and because he’s not going to do it any more, because it was a mistake and we’re supposed to follow the rules, no matter whether they’re right or moral or not, we need to bottle the anger and the rage of being meat to some other fucking entity for fear of demotion by ANOTHER fucking entity.
How can you stand by and let it happen to people you care about?
If somebody paid Blitz to murder a person and hang them on a hook, he'd do it. It's business, and don't tell me he wouldn't.
You're mad at something you can't touch, beings that exist in their own reality and can't even begin to comprehend anything they do on a human level, because they aren't human and never will be.
I don't just sit back and watch, Trevor. I do shit about it, I try and help people, because when fucked up shit happened to me, I fell right through the floor and no one was there to catch me.
I know what it's like to get ripped open by something you didnt even know existed, and all I can do is try to prevent that from happening to anyone else. Grudges are worthless, anger is fuel, use that doing something that matters rather than throwing a punch at the guy after the fact.
At least now you're starting to make some fucking sense.
[Hanna sighs, starting to feel rather tired himself. He hasn't said this much, expended this much energy since he'd died.]
No one would doubt you wouldn't, but that isn't the point. You think it feels good, knowing your friend who could get out but doesn't is trapped again? I was choking on smoke and still begging CK to leave Taylor the fuck alone, because she would kill him for me, I know she would.
[It's a free country, Trevor. Apparently being mad is great justification for doing what ever you want.
But one last thing...]
I'm sorry, by the way. That you have to play by the rules. There are a lot of things asked of people here that go against their nature, and if you'd been anywhere else it would be very likely no one would have stopped you even if you'd killed him. As much as I don't agree with that, I still get it.
Take care of you, and watch a stupid horse movie with Blitz, I dropped off a shit ton of them at his place the other day.
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Do you know the strength you need to do that? How little you have to think of the people you’re doing it to? They don’t become people to you anymore, they’re meat. Worse, they’re still living meat. It’s slow. Your flesh gets ruined, but you can do it without piercing any organs. If you’re lucky you bleed out.
He did that to so many fucking people and because he’s not going to do it any more, because it was a mistake and we’re supposed to follow the rules, no matter whether they’re right or moral or not, we need to bottle the anger and the rage of being meat to some other fucking entity for fear of demotion by ANOTHER fucking entity.
How can you stand by and let it happen to people you care about?
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You're mad at something you can't touch, beings that exist in their own reality and can't even begin to comprehend anything they do on a human level, because they aren't human and never will be.
I don't just sit back and watch, Trevor. I do shit about it, I try and help people, because when fucked up shit happened to me, I fell right through the floor and no one was there to catch me.
I know what it's like to get ripped open by something you didnt even know existed, and all I can do is try to prevent that from happening to anyone else. Grudges are worthless, anger is fuel, use that doing something that matters rather than throwing a punch at the guy after the fact.
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And if Blitz did that, I'd be punching him too.
[he sounds beaten.]
Blitz knows that if I get demoted, I'm still looking out for him.
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[Hanna sighs, starting to feel rather tired himself. He hasn't said this much, expended this much energy since he'd died.]
No one would doubt you wouldn't, but that isn't the point. You think it feels good, knowing your friend who could get out but doesn't is trapped again? I was choking on smoke and still begging CK to leave Taylor the fuck alone, because she would kill him for me, I know she would.
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Doesn't matter now, can't put that back in its bottle.
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[That demon doesn't need more fucking shit piled on.]
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But one last thing...]
I'm sorry, by the way. That you have to play by the rules. There are a lot of things asked of people here that go against their nature, and if you'd been anywhere else it would be very likely no one would have stopped you even if you'd killed him. As much as I don't agree with that, I still get it.
Take care of you, and watch a stupid horse movie with Blitz, I dropped off a shit ton of them at his place the other day.
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[Anyways, that's it.] Thanks for not hanging up on me since I'm sure you really weren't in the mood for more bullshit. TTYL Trevor.
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Sure.
The fuck is a Silver Brumbly....
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[Hanna whispers before the feed shuts off, because he knows he would.]