‘do you wanna talk about it?’ ):
DON’T GIVE UP ON ME.
‘ NOT ... ESPECIALLY , ’ he , voice of a legion , reduced to white noise . jerry kicks at the stones ‘neath his feet restlessly , the tide pushing and pulling at some great unknown , efforts made to erode it into nothing . ‘ i think it was just ... easier , when it was ... we . ’ the way he speaks has evolved , but the way he desires to live has stayed so resolutely the same . the silence in his circuits is that same terrifying freedom that other deviants warn him of . he wants to be whole again . ‘ you don’t have to worry , rue . ’








