Is that necessary now? Seriously? Mondo feels sick hearing this guy repeating himself like a broken tape, over and over, every time they meet. This is like their last talk all over again. He's not trying? Then what the hell's he been doing? Catching the air? Don't fuck with him. Gritting his teeth, he fights back the budding anger that's most likely written all over his face. ]
Yeah yeah, I'm holier than thou, I've heard that thousand times already. And? What else do you have?
[ As much as he hates to admit, he's... disappointed to hear that. A small part of him probably held some kind of expectation, giving a tiny bit of benefit of the doubt ー that maybe this dude was trying to help all these while. It's why he continues engaging, why he decides to speak to this asshole, as much as he wanted to leave. Now it all feels so fucking stupid. He can see for sure, that this guy's really just looking for a way to feed his own ego. He's just trying to hand Mondo's ass over to himself, to chalk it up at the fucking blackboard that Mondo's at fault. Hah! Like he doesn't already realise that himself. It's why he's trying to get help. ]
Fuck if I'm gonna bother with that.
[ In the end, this shithead's just the same with all the others who look down on him. Mondo's not looking for acceptance ー he knows what he's done. But having your past constantly being brought up and constantly being shitted on for it isn't what he'd consider an attempt to help. He fucking knows how much he's fucked up. He doesn't need this 'YOU'RE WRONG' lecture every single fucking time.
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Is that necessary now? Seriously? Mondo feels sick hearing this guy repeating himself like a broken tape, over and over, every time they meet. This is like their last talk all over again. He's not trying? Then what the hell's he been doing? Catching the air? Don't fuck with him. Gritting his teeth, he fights back the budding anger that's most likely written all over his face. ]
Yeah yeah, I'm holier than thou, I've heard that thousand times already. And? What else do you have?
[ As much as he hates to admit, he's... disappointed to hear that. A small part of him probably held some kind of expectation, giving a tiny bit of benefit of the doubt ー that maybe this dude was trying to help all these while. It's why he continues engaging, why he decides to speak to this asshole, as much as he wanted to leave. Now it all feels so fucking stupid. He can see for sure, that this guy's really just looking for a way to feed his own ego. He's just trying to hand Mondo's ass over to himself, to chalk it up at the fucking blackboard that Mondo's at fault. Hah! Like he doesn't already realise that himself. It's why he's trying to get help. ]
Fuck if I'm gonna bother with that.
[ In the end, this shithead's just the same with all the others who look down on him. Mondo's not looking for acceptance ー he knows what he's done. But having your past constantly being brought up and constantly being shitted on for it isn't what he'd consider an attempt to help. He fucking knows how much he's fucked up. He doesn't need this 'YOU'RE WRONG' lecture every single fucking time.
Nah, more like...
He's done. ]
Get out.