the decommissioned pilot in front of me: yknow i just, cant find my place in the world anymore. im a weapon, what does a weapon do when its not needed? i feel like im just, doomed to waste away, to rust, ignored and forgotten
me, also a decommissioned pilot: yeah i completely understand, its hard.
do yuo wantt to make out andf inger eachothers neural ports.....

















