we don't always know the dangerous things in our heads
[ an old voice calls out in his head — i have to kill the monster. it was us. the enemy was us. and another — it's in my brain! i've tried. it won't let me.
the envoys. rawling virus. stronghold. again and again. only the worst of memories seem to stick with him. history crawling its way back to make sure he never forgets. make sure he relives it.
tak, help me. ]
i'll keep them safe everyone i promise
[ promises he shouldn't make. not the man who couldn't save a single one of his own kind. ]
and you too we'll find a way to get you out of there
[There's a jumble of static, the harsh bursting sound of wind against a microphone, and the static inhales wetly, then — the static is gone, the words left to sit in their fragmented, broad strokes in his vision, just before the feed ends.]
[ kovacs' throat goes dry as the messages suddenly scramble further, a sign that something's wrong, that the newt that was there isn't anymore, that he might— ]
Newt! [ he calls out loud this time, his posture where he'd been stationed in front of the door going uneasy as he turns on his heel, opening the door and charging in.
whatever chaos had been present through his thoughts, sounds of a fight, of torture, it doesn't showcase itself in reality. when kovacs steps into the room, the body of newton geiszler seems calm, the look upon his face seemingly calculating,as if nothing had happened at all, as if kovacs had imagined it.
he knows he hadn't, jaw clenching tight. he's not going to ask; why bother when he knows that anything out of that mouth right now will only be a lie? what they need to do is get that thing out of that body. they won't be able to get the real newt back until they do. ]
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m_y faul̶t̶.
I br▒▒ought them ▒▒▒▒he▒re
didn,t real ize - stupid
I j̸u̷s̸t̵ wanted to s̷a̷v̶e̵ my pl.s̷a̷v̶es̷a̷v̶e̵s̷a̷v̶e̵planet
suppo▓sed to h̵e̵l̷p̶ peop l e
hu̸r̵ting evveryone̶ INSTEAD
I l̴o̴v̸e̸ ̷m̶y̴ crew
I l̴o̴v̸e̸ ̷all of you
don,t let me▒▒▒▒hurt a̸n̵y̸m̵o̷r̴e̵ of you
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we don't always know
the dangerous things in our heads
[ an old voice calls out in his head — i have to kill the monster. it was us. the enemy was us. and another — it's in my brain! i've tried. it won't let me.
the envoys. rawling virus. stronghold. again and again. only the worst of memories seem to stick with him. history crawling its way back to make sure he never forgets. make sure he relives it.
tak, help me. ]
i'll keep them safe
everyone
i promise
[ promises he shouldn't make. not the man who couldn't save a single one of his own kind. ]
and you too
we'll find a way to get you out of there
keep fighting, newt
stay with us
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..._mess̴e̷d̷ up so b_ad, T.K.
c̶a̵n̷'̸t̵ make up for i t
too late.?
ruined
want to l̴i̶v̷e̷
scared to l̴i̶v̷e̷
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it's scary as hell
it's going to be
[ he won't lie. whatever happens, none of it's going to be easy.
he's been in the dark before. coming back from that, it's — ]
it must be dark in there for you
and it looks empty
being deep in there
i know
but when you get out
you're not gonna be alone
i'll stick with you through it
[ ... — ]
what it all comes down to
is that
everything's gonna be fine fine fine
one hand in your pocket
the other one giving me a high five
can you trust me on that?
1/2
b̵r̶i̴g̷h̵t̶
too fucKing b̵r̶i̴g̷h̵t̶, wh ite everyw̸h̷e̶r̷e̴
very em pt y
Hate iT
[There is, however, a long pause.
And then a crackle in the static that sounds a lot like a man's obnoxious little laugh.]
dǘ̴̡de
dorky!!!!̸!̸😂
of cour̸s̵e̵ i t r ust you
f̴i̵s̶h̷i̶n̴g̸ ̶b̸u̷d̶d̸y̵
2/3 oop
yo̶u̵'re a good protecto̴r
you probab ly disa̶g̷r̵e̶e̵
beCause y̴o̵u̴ think protecting = ALWAYS SAFE
but i dont give a s h i t
i̴'̵m̷ gla d the crew h̷a̴s̸ ░░░░you░░░░░░░░░░░░
░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░???????
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[There's a jumble of static, the harsh bursting sound of wind against a microphone, and the static inhales wetly, then — the static is gone, the words left to sit in their fragmented, broad strokes in his vision, just before the feed ends.]
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Newt! [ he calls out loud this time, his posture where he'd been stationed in front of the door going uneasy as he turns on his heel, opening the door and charging in.
whatever chaos had been present through his thoughts, sounds of a fight, of torture, it doesn't showcase itself in reality. when kovacs steps into the room, the body of newton geiszler seems calm, the look upon his face seemingly calculating,as if nothing had happened at all, as if kovacs had imagined it.
he knows he hadn't, jaw clenching tight. he's not going to ask; why bother when he knows that anything out of that mouth right now will only be a lie? what they need to do is get that thing out of that body. they won't be able to get the real newt back until they do. ]