He can't stop, he can't. Starts scratching at the back of his neck, nails digging in to try to rip the chip out, even when Carolina's hand grasps his wrist. He has to get it out before...
Don't say goodbye- No. You know I hate goodbyes. NO.
And they're tearing him apart, and he's never good enough, never fast enough to save them. To save her. He just needs more time. There's never enough time. Everything's too complex and he knows he should be able to do it but there's ragged missing chunks of himself and he doesn't know why they're doing this to him. He's supposed to be dead. They said he died. But he's here and... why is he still here? Who is he supposed to be?
He pulls away from the person holding him and stares down at his hands for a moment because it doesn't feel real. None of it is real. It doesn't feel like his body.
"I-" His voice is a harsh rasp. Doesn't know what he was saying anyway. "I'm sorry." He should be better than this. "I just... I just need more time."
For what? He doesn't know, because everything in his head is crashing together and mixing up and he can't pick it apart.
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Don't say goodbye- No. You know I hate goodbyes. NO.
And they're tearing him apart, and he's never good enough, never fast enough to save them. To save her. He just needs more time. There's never enough time. Everything's too complex and he knows he should be able to do it but there's ragged missing chunks of himself and he doesn't know why they're doing this to him. He's supposed to be dead. They said he died. But he's here and... why is he still here? Who is he supposed to be?
He pulls away from the person holding him and stares down at his hands for a moment because it doesn't feel real. None of it is real. It doesn't feel like his body.
"I-" His voice is a harsh rasp. Doesn't know what he was saying anyway. "I'm sorry." He should be better than this. "I just... I just need more time."
For what? He doesn't know, because everything in his head is crashing together and mixing up and he can't pick it apart.