[Ales doesn't hear himself scream. He doesn't scream at the sight of blood, he tells himself. He doesn't scream when faced with death or when things don't go his way. He certainly doesn't scream when he watches someone cut another that deep and the blood spray onto Ales.
Maybe he can't hear his screaming over the voice telling him to run a Healing Program on the real Dylas.
His voice is audible to himself once more, but it sounds like babbling out of shock. It takes a few seconds before he can even hear himself once more.]
and-and-when people don't trust you, you think you can't talk to them again? You think that's true? I thought so, but then people proved me otherwise? That I can make up for going and and ruining everyone's lives because I thought that was best for them? [A nervous laugh.] Heroes are crazy! They trust anyone, even me! I put my only friend in danger, and they tell me I can start over! What a riot!
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Maybe he can't hear his screaming over the voice telling him to run a Healing Program on the real Dylas.
His voice is audible to himself once more, but it sounds like babbling out of shock. It takes a few seconds before he can even hear himself once more.]
and-and-when people don't trust you, you think you can't talk to them again? You think that's true? I thought so, but then people proved me otherwise? That I can make up for going and and ruining everyone's lives because I thought that was best for them? [A nervous laugh.] Heroes are crazy! They trust anyone, even me! I put my only friend in danger, and they tell me I can start over! What a riot!