Rum Chicha ダーク

Commodore I-

Go away.

I can’t imagine what you’re-

@#$% off Rum.

I was just trying to-

Trying to what? Huh!? Rewind time? Murder the circle? What could you possibly think would help here?

I wanted to talk.

OH! Oh that’s great dude! Let’s TALK! You wanna talk about your dead friends or mine?

That isn’t-

Dude, its DONE. GAME OVER, okay? The sooner you accept that and give up on your pathetic little sailor act, the sooner we can go home and die.

…

…

…im sorry. I didn’t mean that.

No. You’re right.

…?

This cycle… the death and destruction and pain churning over and over… it’s… it’s @#$%ed up.

ha.

But think Chicha. we have nothing left to lose. So why do we cling to the way things are? How they’ve always been.

…you’re not saying…

I believe I am. The only question that remains is… how?

I think I can help with that. Or… someone already has. We need to speak in my room, immediately.