|| Paranoia II: Complexities

Everything, everything hurts. Almost sore. From my head hurting to my hands being sweaty. Even my stomach, it feels like it's about to implode on me. Fuck- okay… okay calm down. I'm in the clinical facility. Get it together … calm, down. (Sigh)

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That face … it was so bizarre at first glance. It feels familiar to me to someone, but I don't remember who. It should be a clue or something that I should at least investigate or think deeper about it, but I can't bother to reach the back of my head to identify who I'm thinking to. It doesn't matter right now, at least Tonia is taking care of everything while I'm cooped up here. Probably for the best, I couldn’t even get a hold of myself to keep my composure under the pressure of all their questions. Still, I can't believe I let all of it happen. I was there, I was ready, fuck, I even had the gun straight between his eyes, and yet, in the blink of an eye, everything turned wrong … so, so wrong … why did it have to end the way it did …? They've died from a low danger mission, and it sparked up to the highest range of danger possible. They weren't ready. He… wasn't ready. Oh Neran… I can't help but remind myself of how I blame myself for your fate