[Quiet though it is, Christopher's voice doesn't break. It is dull, dead. The sound of submission.] I was dissected. It wasn't to learn anything about me, though, so—it isn't really dissection. But it looks, feels the same. [He has to hold onto that idea. He can't let this be like the laboratory. He doesn't want his mind to return to that Hell.]
I . . . want to be able to fight again. It won't hurt you to do this if it's for a smile, right?
The 101 house. I can make it outside, so please get rid of my corpse. I don't want anyone to be upset by it. [Miles, mainly, is his concern in the house. He thinks Grell can handle it.]
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Date: 2013-02-15 06:37 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-02-15 07:03 am (UTC)I want you to kill me. When I'm better, I can smile again.
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Date: 2013-02-15 05:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-02-15 05:22 pm (UTC)I . . . want to be able to fight again. It won't hurt you to do this if it's for a smile, right?
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Date: 2013-02-15 08:26 pm (UTC)But if you really want me to do it, I will. Where are you?
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