Wh. What? But it would just end up being destroyed, too. What's the point? What's...
[ How would some imaginary world he made survive what ended Earth? That made no sense. Everything Silco said was nonsense, every word. That he had to sit here and be put through someone telling him he can make a better world where families aren't destroyed in the wake of his own loss was, well, it was enraging, actually.
He hadn't explained how. Telling him he should do a thing didn't answer how. Bruno was miserable and mired in despair and this man came to him with absolute mierda tier advice and who did he even think he was? ]
Are you. What is wrong with you?
[ Bruno stopped short of asking Silco if he was an idiot but he did straighten up and turn again to stare with his own lip curled and brows furrowed, full offense taken. ]
That doesn't. It doesn't answer anything! Some. Some make-believe nonsense doesn't. It doesn't bring anyone back! Don't you get it? Everyone is gone! Gone! [ His voice had been on the rise, trembling with anger as he ranted on. ] Why would I want to make a world? Without them? What, do you want to make a world? Then go! Go and... do that!
[ He gestured wildly off to the side, into some empty space, as if Silco's proposed world would appear out of thin air. It did not, of course. ]
Because I don't care if you want to make a world! My family is dead! They shouldn't be! They never even had a chance!
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[ How would some imaginary world he made survive what ended Earth? That made no sense. Everything Silco said was nonsense, every word. That he had to sit here and be put through someone telling him he can make a better world where families aren't destroyed in the wake of his own loss was, well, it was enraging, actually.
He hadn't explained how. Telling him he should do a thing didn't answer how. Bruno was miserable and mired in despair and this man came to him with absolute mierda tier advice and who did he even think he was? ]
Are you. What is wrong with you?
[ Bruno stopped short of asking Silco if he was an idiot but he did straighten up and turn again to stare with his own lip curled and brows furrowed, full offense taken. ]
That doesn't. It doesn't answer anything! Some. Some make-believe nonsense doesn't. It doesn't bring anyone back! Don't you get it? Everyone is gone! Gone! [ His voice had been on the rise, trembling with anger as he ranted on. ] Why would I want to make a world? Without them? What, do you want to make a world? Then go! Go and... do that!
[ He gestured wildly off to the side, into some empty space, as if Silco's proposed world would appear out of thin air. It did not, of course. ]
Because I don't care if you want to make a world! My family is dead! They shouldn't be! They never even had a chance!