[ It takes Robby a moment, too, to read what's been sent. A topic he's unfamiliar with, and his own mind still feeling like it's been made into a jack-in-a-box, or recovering from being turned into one: wound up, over and over. ]
I'm sorry. Your situation sounds worse. [ He goes back and forth on what to say, before: ] I put myself through it. I chose to stick with it was bad. Because we knew it would be bad. But the university was trying to make people kill each other too. I didn't want to go.
[ So he was stubborn. So he stuck it out. So he hoped that the moments that seemed real weren't, buried his head, has messages he still needs to send and figure out.
He wants to bury his head, but he'll try not to. ]
It doesn't sound like you got a choice. About your curse. [ ... ] Do you see ghosts?
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I'm sorry. Your situation sounds worse. [ He goes back and forth on what to say, before: ] I put myself through it. I chose to stick with it was bad. Because we knew it would be bad. But the university was trying to make people kill each other too. I didn't want to go.
[ So he was stubborn. So he stuck it out. So he hoped that the moments that seemed real weren't, buried his head, has messages he still needs to send and figure out.
He wants to bury his head, but he'll try not to. ]
It doesn't sound like you got a choice. About your curse. [ ... ] Do you see ghosts?