[Van hates feeling helpless, more than anything else in the world. Helpless, while his entire life is decided in advance. Helpless, while the only people who cared about him die useless, senseless deaths so men and women who never knew them can live happily. Helpless, while all he had left turn their backs on him, and he can only go forward because there are no other options left.
...Helpless, strapped down and drugged delirious, which stopped him fighting but never dulled the pain, wired up and stuck with needles, and he could never remember names or faces but the mocking voices were always infuriatingly clear, even though he never knew if they were just in his head or not.
And it's not in the past anymore. It could happen again. It could happen tomorrow. Sixteen years of hate and bitterness and resentful defiance, and he's no more capable of protecting himself now than he was then. Helpless.
[Action, January 15th]
[Van hates feeling helpless, more than anything else in the world. Helpless, while his entire life is decided in advance. Helpless, while the only people who cared about him die useless, senseless deaths so men and women who never knew them can live happily. Helpless, while all he had left turn their backs on him, and he can only go forward because there are no other options left.
...Helpless, strapped down and drugged delirious, which stopped him fighting but never dulled the pain, wired up and stuck with needles, and he could never remember names or faces but the mocking voices were always infuriatingly clear, even though he never knew if they were just in his head or not.
And it's not in the past anymore. It could happen again. It could happen tomorrow. Sixteen years of hate and bitterness and resentful defiance, and he's no more capable of protecting himself now than he was then. Helpless.
He hisses through his teeth.]
But that doesn't matter to you, does it?