"It is, though!" His being alive is a joke, and this--this right here is its punchline. He keeps laughing, saliva down his chin, losing his mind completely at Psi.
"So go ahead, hate me! Please--feel free! Hate me, hate me!! I'm trash! I'm garbage! You saw it, just hate me!!!"
He's split between the compulsive, uncontrollable hilarity and something that he can only guess is rage or--or something, something horrible, maybe even the urge to cry--except that last one is already impossible and he knows it.
He couldn't feel strongly enough for tears even when he wanted to. For it to happen now is--is--!!
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Foster would say he functions just fine--
"It is, though!" His being alive is a joke, and this--this right here is its punchline. He keeps laughing, saliva down his chin, losing his mind completely at Psi.
"So go ahead, hate me! Please--feel free! Hate me, hate me!! I'm trash! I'm garbage! You saw it, just hate me!!!"
He's split between the compulsive, uncontrollable hilarity and something that he can only guess is rage or--or something, something horrible, maybe even the urge to cry--except that last one is already impossible and he knows it.
He couldn't feel strongly enough for tears even when he wanted to. For it to happen now is--is--!!