Uninstall

[ falco goes quiet too, but there’s still . . . dissonance. he can feel it. while he doesn’t quite smile, well— he’s not ready to steer off topic. leaving things buried right when he’d said he’d be honest felt counter productive. ]

Maybe I’ll be taller than you . . . [ that’s half a joke, but a little too serious to bring out the play in it at full. he doesn’t feel it. ] Jun . . . I know you’re dead back home. It’s not like I don’t believe you.

[ he pulls the air in through his nose, holds it— and holds the boy’s hand a little tighter. ]

I just mean . . . You’re alive in Trench, not some ghost I can’t touch. And I’m as good as dead back home anyway.

[ that might’ve been— extremely pessimistic, but what else was there to look forward to? being hopeful? he’d be alone in the world for thirteen more years and die alone anyway, that if he wasn’t overwhelmed and eaten alive. ]

I think we both deserve a second chance to live. It’s always going to have . . . Trench is always going to have a special type of Hell.

But I can endure it if I’m here with you. No matter how many times I die.