Yoshimi Ito? Showing genuine interest in his personal problems? Well this was a fresh concept he could live with!
Dustin hesitantly peeked over the top of his arm, eyes red but tearless, squinting in the subdued lighting as they searched through the vibrant pink blob nearby for recognizable features, a face, some discernable emotion. Eventually he was able to convince himself, and, with a tired groan, rolled over and propped himself onto his elbows, regarding the ceiling with confounding paranoia.
Because Stacy was listening.
“…Fine,” Dustin sniffed, managing to pry his eyes away from a particularly suspicious pustule to give Yoshimi a look that, quite clearly, said he was not looking forward to this, “It was…innocent enough, you know. I was at home—no, I was at Codi’s place—doing absolutely goddamn nothing when they came. I didn’t even suspect them, I—I had half the globe under my scrutiny, sensors installed on fucking satellites so that I could keep track of things, and they were just—there, and I couldn’t do anything! Couldn’t even get out of the house before this—this—“
He pointed an incriminating finger at the wall.
“—thing dragged me into a forced stasis for god knows how long while my universe burned, right out from underneath me! Why the hell couldn’t they have left me? Maybe then I could’ve—could’ve died with some dignity, fighting for something that was still there, still tangible, instead of trapped inside some transdimensional whale fighting for something that no longer exists! It’s goddamn pointless! A waste of my time!”
A hand went into his hair and tugged on a fistful for a few moments.
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Dustin hesitantly peeked over the top of his arm, eyes red but tearless, squinting in the subdued lighting as they searched through the vibrant pink blob nearby for recognizable features, a face, some discernable emotion. Eventually he was able to convince himself, and, with a tired groan, rolled over and propped himself onto his elbows, regarding the ceiling with confounding paranoia.
Because Stacy was listening.
“…Fine,” Dustin sniffed, managing to pry his eyes away from a particularly suspicious pustule to give Yoshimi a look that, quite clearly, said he was not looking forward to this, “It was…innocent enough, you know. I was at home—no, I was at Codi’s place—doing absolutely goddamn nothing when they came. I didn’t even suspect them, I—I had half the globe under my scrutiny, sensors installed on fucking satellites so that I could keep track of things, and they were just—there, and I couldn’t do anything! Couldn’t even get out of the house before this—this—“
He pointed an incriminating finger at the wall.
“—thing dragged me into a forced stasis for god knows how long while my universe burned, right out from underneath me! Why the hell couldn’t they have left me? Maybe then I could’ve—could’ve died with some dignity, fighting for something that was still there, still tangible, instead of trapped inside some transdimensional whale fighting for something that no longer exists! It’s goddamn pointless! A waste of my time!”
A hand went into his hair and tugged on a fistful for a few moments.