It's kind of ridiculously ironic how much they want to keep Max from dying- between the three of them, she's the only one who never has! Both of her friends have died more than once. Hundreds died in Arcadia Bay, or... would have, or maybe they really did- who gives a shit anymore? Does it matter what actually happened? Whether in this timeline or in another, Max has blood on her hands- so much of it, and it'll haunt her to the end of her days. There's no fixing that. No amount of not dying will make that okay.
Stupid. They... don't get it. Max doesn't either. Sometimes she feels like she's loitering through the days, like she's walking in a dream. Maybe she dreamed up the whole of Wonderland. That would be just like her, wouldn't it? Fuck with her brain so much that it fills up with Chloe, makes these fantasy worlds where the two of them can be together- just like that painful nightmare right before Max's final rewind, reliving all their most meaningful moments. That's not being alive!
Alex and Chloe are... are ganging up on her. No one's listening- they ignored what she said! And she knew her eyes would start watering. She wipes at them discreetly.
She wants to vomit at the absurdity of it all. How screwed up are the three of them! Chloe with all her issues and obsessions, Alex so obviously descending into some kind of insanity, and Max with her brain irreparably damaged from messing around with time. So much so she can't even put any of this, not a single thought, into the proper words.
What a trio they are! A punk ghost, a crazy skeleton, and a goddamn ghost buster!
"...Come on." She grasps Chloe's arm and glances at the two of them in turn. "If... that thing shows up and we're not trick-or-treating, it'll eat us."
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Stupid. They... don't get it. Max doesn't either. Sometimes she feels like she's loitering through the days, like she's walking in a dream. Maybe she dreamed up the whole of Wonderland. That would be just like her, wouldn't it? Fuck with her brain so much that it fills up with Chloe, makes these fantasy worlds where the two of them can be together- just like that painful nightmare right before Max's final rewind, reliving all their most meaningful moments. That's not being alive!
Alex and Chloe are... are ganging up on her. No one's listening- they ignored what she said! And she knew her eyes would start watering. She wipes at them discreetly.
She wants to vomit at the absurdity of it all. How screwed up are the three of them! Chloe with all her issues and obsessions, Alex so obviously descending into some kind of insanity, and Max with her brain irreparably damaged from messing around with time. So much so she can't even put any of this, not a single thought, into the proper words.
What a trio they are! A punk ghost, a crazy skeleton, and a goddamn ghost buster!
"...Come on." She grasps Chloe's arm and glances at the two of them in turn. "If... that thing shows up and we're not trick-or-treating, it'll eat us."