Internal Monologue
Just a bit of silly fluff and a bit of a writing exercise to keep “All Write November” moving, nothing to see here.
You've heard, then?”
“Yes. I've heard. I... I'm at a loss for words. Fuck. Fuck! They were so fucking close, and then... hells, why do we even bother? What is the point? What is the fucking point?”
“You're frustrated. I get it.”
“Frustra... oh, fuck off! I'm beyond fucking frustrated, I'm homicidal and you damn well know it. And if you're not, you're a fucking fool.”
“Hn. Maybe. Or maybe I'm not inclined to waste time throwing self-indulgent temper tantrums when I could be figur-”
“SELF INDULGENT TEMPER TANTRUMS?”
“YES. You want to sit here pouting? Fine. But I think you're better than that. Know you're better than that. And so do you.”
”...yeah. Okay. Yeah. Fuck. You're right, as much as I hate it. So… you have a plan?”
“Hn? No. Not yet. Hells, we're fictional, remember? But... I have some ideas.”
“Are they as incredibly insane as our other plans?”
“Oh no. They're SO much worse.”
“My girl.”