[ He didn’t really think it could get much worse, but in hindsight, he realizes how stupid such an assumption had been. It always gets worse. There’s always something even more hideous hiding behind the horrible true. It’s been that way all his life.
All twenty-four hours of it.
An impotent sense of helpless frustration rises so quickly inside him that it nearly chokes him. He feels like he’s suffocating on it. On the world and the implications, on the false memories and his crumbling sense of self. He’s not real. None of it’s real. Every terrible memory, every moment of pain and disappointment he thinks he’s suffered, it’s all been a lie. He’s a lie. He’s not superfluous. He’s not a real person. He’s nothing. Nobody.
He can’t breathe. There’s something in his chest clawing to get free and he can’t breathe. He can’t do anything but stare at Bruce as the horror of what he’s hearing sinks in. Finally, he can’t stand it anymore and he breaks away, pushes past him and heads for the suit.
He doesn’t get there. He stops halfway there and stares at it, almost doesn’t recognize it. ]
So they’re dead. [ It’s flat and toneless and he doesn’t turn around. ] Everyone’s dead and we’re just someone’s idea of a sick joke.
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All twenty-four hours of it.
An impotent sense of helpless frustration rises so quickly inside him that it nearly chokes him. He feels like he’s suffocating on it. On the world and the implications, on the false memories and his crumbling sense of self. He’s not real. None of it’s real. Every terrible memory, every moment of pain and disappointment he thinks he’s suffered, it’s all been a lie. He’s a lie. He’s not superfluous. He’s not a real person. He’s nothing. Nobody.
He can’t breathe. There’s something in his chest clawing to get free and he can’t breathe. He can’t do anything but stare at Bruce as the horror of what he’s hearing sinks in. Finally, he can’t stand it anymore and he breaks away, pushes past him and heads for the suit.
He doesn’t get there. He stops halfway there and stares at it, almost doesn’t recognize it. ]
So they’re dead. [ It’s flat and toneless and he doesn’t turn around. ] Everyone’s dead and we’re just someone’s idea of a sick joke.