!!0ZviLFh59My 02/21/12(Tue)20:41 No.18046584|
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You feel your combat hypnosis begin to rock and sway as something you simply can't suppress bubbles to the surface. Your eyes burn, and your gun begins to wobble.
"I almost died for you," you hiss at Minna. Part of your mind reminds you she was making the same argument on your behalf not ten seconds ago, but all that does is make you round on Sakamoto. "What's bigger, Mio? What's bigger then that, you backstabbing BITCH!?"
Your breath is coming in ragged gasps now as the world begins to spin. You lower your pistol and shove it at your shoulder holster, missing it. "Well, fuck you," you say, your voice shaking. You deliberately turn your back on them. "Go ahead. Shoot me in the back. It's how most pilots die anyways."
Nobody shoots you in the back. Nobody jumps you from behind, either. You stab at your holster again, remember to flip the safety on, and get it in on the third try. "Take care of my crew," you say numbly. "Buy them the wet stuff, none of that kibble bullshit. Tell Sanya I was shipped to HappyTown or something. Leavenworth is a dirty thing for a fourteen year old to think about."
And just like that, you limp away from them, back to the Rolling Court Martial (not so fucking funny anymore, but you're forced to suppress a bout of mad laughter just thinking about it,) and use it as support to limp through the halls and towards the stairs.
>DISREGARD BITCHES, COMPLETE MISSION
>what the fuck did I just do
>I need to talk to somebody but... who?