[His expression crumples, for a couple of moments, into something bitter and angry, and he rips off a piece of bread with particular violence, staring down at that rather than looking up at William. His tone doesn't do much to hide his bitterness, though, and even he can't quite direct it along any one path. Where can it even go?
He hates that.]
Yeah, well, maybe it was fun, I don't friggin' know. I spent my first year like normal there and then for another year my class got locked up in there in some screwed up colony for our own protection 'cuz the world outside was too wrecked and we'd probably get shot or bombed out or gassed if we stepped outside . . .
But the chick responsible for all that was locked up in there with us all along. She was in my class. So who knows what it was like?
[Well, Togami does. Him and him alone. Leon sighs again, fingers creeping up into his hair to give it a sharp twisting tug.]
And she's the one who screwed up our heads and took our memories too, so she could brainwash us and kill us off later.
[He's been keeping his voice low, if not level—there's definitely some shakiness rattling the words—for this explanation, but finally it rises a little, though he's biting back hard on making this an actual public scene. It's—difficult.]
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Date: 2016-06-06 03:13 am (UTC)He hates that.]
Yeah, well, maybe it was fun, I don't friggin' know. I spent my first year like normal there and then for another year my class got locked up in there in some screwed up colony for our own protection 'cuz the world outside was too wrecked and we'd probably get shot or bombed out or gassed if we stepped outside . . .
But the chick responsible for all that was locked up in there with us all along. She was in my class. So who knows what it was like?
[Well, Togami does. Him and him alone. Leon sighs again, fingers creeping up into his hair to give it a sharp twisting tug.]
And she's the one who screwed up our heads and took our memories too, so she could brainwash us and kill us off later.
[He's been keeping his voice low, if not level—there's definitely some shakiness rattling the words—for this explanation, but finally it rises a little, though he's biting back hard on making this an actual public scene. It's—difficult.]
Think that was fun?