[A string of emotions flash across Jay's eyes. It's confusion, followed by realization, followed by offense, on behalf of the place Jay hesitantly occupied for over a year. The place where he found work, found some semblance of a purpose beyond Alex Kralie, a college friend of mine, found people who could stand to be in a room with him longer than a few minutes, found people willing to risk their skin and their memories to keep his head above water.]
[That's the thing, though. For all its free food and days of dubiously guaranteed safety, they wouldn't have had to risk anything if Wonderland--or whatever he's supposed to call the thing operating it--hadn't been so goddamn sadistic.]
[Nobody would have had to risk their life just so Jay would admit he's sick, that he's been sick. Nobody would have had to spend their memories just to get him a bottle of pills.]
[Jay deflates, head sinking into his hands, and the sound hissing through his teeth might just be a thin, exhausted laugh.]
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[That's the thing, though. For all its free food and days of dubiously guaranteed safety, they wouldn't have had to risk anything if Wonderland--or whatever he's supposed to call the thing operating it--hadn't been so goddamn sadistic.]
[Nobody would have had to risk their life just so Jay would admit he's sick, that he's been sick. Nobody would have had to spend their memories just to get him a bottle of pills.]
[Jay deflates, head sinking into his hands, and the sound hissing through his teeth might just be a thin, exhausted laugh.]
I think the other you'd probably agree.