[ It's okay, Royce doesn't want to be alone either, especially after everything that has happened. He's curled up in a corner of a furnitureless house with his tablet, he doesn't have anything else to do. ]
Broken. [ Royce mumbles. ] I'm heading south too. Friend. [ As in, Alfie is down there and he needs his buddy. ] Friend downtown. [ But... ] Find I. Tunnels you, I.
[ So many words. Royce makes a humming sort of sound, pleased. He knows he won't be able to keep them, because he lost everything that Karkat and Alfie gave him before, but being able to pick from a variety makes him feel a little more in control.
His monster brain is fuzzy, but he'll take the little good things. ]
Alfie fixed. [ Royce says, his cloak form rippling. ] Wake up anomaly. Worried stuck like this. Worried I not words. Alfie kill.
Didn't fixed. [ But Alfie tried. A beat, and quietly: ] Words do not stuck.
Words don't stick. [ Yeah. As for the rest of it, Sylar's got about the gist of it. He hums in agreement. And appreciation. He's glad for the words - he wishes he could request them. ] That.
[ The cloak digs its knife fingers into the floor, almost kneading at it. Frustrated, almost upset: ] Dying didn't stick.
It's a system error. The nanites. [ It's hard to remember that, but he's been doing his best to keep it in his head. ] Everyone has to get better. At once. Or not at all. Dying doesn't help. Sorry.
[ And that was a lot of talking in this form. He pauses for way too long before he speaks again. ]
What words do you want? I'll branch off from you. Temporary is fine. I can give them again.
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Broken. [ Royce mumbles. ] I'm heading south too. Friend. [ As in, Alfie is down there and he needs his buddy. ] Friend downtown. [ But... ] Find I. Tunnels you, I.
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[ That being said, he can tell some missing words already. ]
Me. Mine. Fixed. We'll be fixed. I'll find a solution. Somehow. And. More. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten.
[ As he speaks, the tablet rises off the ground. He's floating over the snow, and the tablet seems to be floating along after him. ]
House. Building. Snow. Cold. Warm. Pain. Slice. Anomaly. Monster. Real. Fake. Red. Blue. Green. Yellow. Brown. Black. White. Purple. Orange. Audio. Text. Tablet. Turn. On. Off. Voice.
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His monster brain is fuzzy, but he'll take the little good things. ]
Alfie fixed. [ Royce says, his cloak form rippling. ] Wake up anomaly. Worried stuck like this. Worried I not words. Alfie kill.
Didn't fixed. [ But Alfie tried. A beat, and quietly: ] Words do not stuck.
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[ Well, damn. He didn't catch all of what Royce is trying to get across, but he's going to try. ]
Alfie killed you. To try and save you. But you woke up that way. It didn't fix it.
And your words left. Death price? I'll give you words. Whenever you want.
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[ The cloak digs its knife fingers into the floor, almost kneading at it. Frustrated, almost upset: ] Dying didn't stick.
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It's a system error. The nanites. [ It's hard to remember that, but he's been doing his best to keep it in his head. ] Everyone has to get better. At once. Or not at all. Dying doesn't help. Sorry.
[ And that was a lot of talking in this form. He pauses for way too long before he speaks again. ]
What words do you want? I'll branch off from you. Temporary is fine. I can give them again.