[That wasn't one of the questions CT had them memorize. That means he has to come up with a real answer. Ephemera touches his knuckles to his mouth briefly, wishing he had a cigarette. Something to focus on. But his ribs are busted up and he's not allowed to smoke until they're healed. Drake would worry.]
I fuck up, it falls back on people around me.
[He flexes his hand briefly, feeling out the splint. The ache from his snapped fingers.]
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I fuck up, it falls back on people around me.
[He flexes his hand briefly, feeling out the splint. The ache from his snapped fingers.]
This? Hnn. Don't care. Care about them.