It would be bad morale to do it, Jono imagined. He was too stubborn to starve to death, and not too proud to eat whatever he could pinch, if he became desperate enough. And being drafted... Nothing new, at this point.
But his morale already wasn't doing so great.
"Limited time and I already don't get along." Living in a reality that seemed to tackle concepts like relative time on whatever whim struck it at that moment tended to do that. "And I..."
He didn't want to say it. Didn't want to admit it.
And he wanted to scream it from the rooftops all the same.
"I don't want to fight. I've been on the front since I've left Fandom. I'm done with it. I just don't know how I'm supposed to face anybody."
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Re: For He Who Knows Who He Is!
Date: 2011-10-29 06:36 am (UTC)But his morale already wasn't doing so great.
"Limited time and I already don't get along." Living in a reality that seemed to tackle concepts like relative time on whatever whim struck it at that moment tended to do that. "And I..."
He didn't want to say it. Didn't want to admit it.
And he wanted to scream it from the rooftops all the same.
"I don't want to fight. I've been on the front since I've left Fandom. I'm done with it. I just don't know how I'm supposed to face anybody."
After that.
Like this.