"...Maybe we should go sit." He won't make it a choice, because fuck it, if he's going to try and spit out Wash's story to her, he wants to be sitting.
A couple of upturned crates are fine seats, in fact, and he rubs his hand on his trousers nervously, because actually none of this is stuff he ever wants to think about, ever? But here they are.
"Okay." Just gotta psych himself up for it. "Okay. So I was tortured." Get that part up front and out of the way first. It sounds really weird to use the first person, instead of saying Alpha, or it. "I was...th-there was this scientist guy, doing research for a project to try and end the war. And I was...involved. And, um, so this guy's a whole fuckload smarter than me, and he found out that someone, like me for instance, can...I dunno how I wanna say this. Shed personalities? With the right circumstances, something...something useful can come out of my head. So he tried to force those kinds of circumstances. There was a lot of psychological torture that went on, and I would...take a part of my own personality, kind of, and just get rid of it, and he was able to harvest that into something he thought would be useful. I got rid of a chunk that was labeled logic, so I wouldn't be able to understand what was going on. I balled up rage, because I was so angry it was threatening to tear me apart. More and more, until finally I took all of the horrible, terrible memories of what was going on and tossed them out, too. And then he sent me away and tried to hide me so nobody could find out what he did, and I had to try and sort of piece myself back together. That's what I was told happened to me."
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A couple of upturned crates are fine seats, in fact, and he rubs his hand on his trousers nervously, because actually none of this is stuff he ever wants to think about, ever? But here they are.
"Okay." Just gotta psych himself up for it. "Okay. So I was tortured." Get that part up front and out of the way first. It sounds really weird to use the first person, instead of saying Alpha, or it. "I was...th-there was this scientist guy, doing research for a project to try and end the war. And I was...involved. And, um, so this guy's a whole fuckload smarter than me, and he found out that someone, like me for instance, can...I dunno how I wanna say this. Shed personalities? With the right circumstances, something...something useful can come out of my head. So he tried to force those kinds of circumstances. There was a lot of psychological torture that went on, and I would...take a part of my own personality, kind of, and just get rid of it, and he was able to harvest that into something he thought would be useful. I got rid of a chunk that was labeled logic, so I wouldn't be able to understand what was going on. I balled up rage, because I was so angry it was threatening to tear me apart. More and more, until finally I took all of the horrible, terrible memories of what was going on and tossed them out, too. And then he sent me away and tried to hide me so nobody could find out what he did, and I had to try and sort of piece myself back together. That's what I was told happened to me."