[Brook has been around for over a hundred years. In all that time, he hasn't gotten any better at hiding what he thinks. Or feels.
Scarlet had decided they were friends, too. Even though she had no reason to trust him. Even though she had things she cared about more. He hadn't been in her way, not anymore; she could rely on him to understand what she was going through.]
...Friends. You think?
[Is that all it takes? Undergoing the same awful shit, day after day, week after week, and... not blocking people from what they want just by existing?
But they all are, aren't they? They're all in each other's way, as long as they survive...]
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Scarlet had decided they were friends, too. Even though she had no reason to trust him. Even though she had things she cared about more. He hadn't been in her way, not anymore; she could rely on him to understand what she was going through.]
...Friends. You think?
[Is that all it takes? Undergoing the same awful shit, day after day, week after week, and... not blocking people from what they want just by existing?
But they all are, aren't they? They're all in each other's way, as long as they survive...]
But you want to go home.
[...As long as killing is the only way out.]