[ Skyler's a creature of absolutes. If he had to be insufferable, let him be too acid to touch. If he had to be a coward, let him shove everyone away to save his life. If he had to be irredeemable, let him sink into hell for it.
If he thought he was right, that's just how it was. There was no one to tell him there were others to think about. No hearts in the stars to listen to, no worlds far from the shores of his home. No one left to protect. Not here, anyway.
It didn't matter. Not even his regret. It just didn't matter. None of it did. The universe was as absolute as he is.
He's not really sure how long he's been drifting, feeling the cold on every square inch of exposed skin one little bit at a time, before the rambling tethers him back to reality. ]
Bravery's got nothing to do with it, if you ask me. Or the right choice. My guy, I've never been right a day of my life. [ He was never smart enough for the right choice. Never brave enough, never wise enough. Good intentions only count if he'd ever thought about anything with intent at all. ] It's just respect. Commitment to the fucking vision.
[ Skyler had even fucked up his fall into depravity, in a way. Just couldn't stop wanting to like people and to be liked in return. It had made him soft. Skyler Veracruz, absolute fuck-up, couldn't even hate people the way he needed to.
Like now. Like this guy. The one who gave him the weed. Fuck this guy. ]
Anyway, what are you? Like, 35? 40? [ He cackles. ] Man, maybe he did get out while the going was good. If nothing was gonna get better for that long, might as well cut our losses and smoke weed in the dark with all the other fuckups in hell.
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[ Skyler's a creature of absolutes. If he had to be insufferable, let him be too acid to touch. If he had to be a coward, let him shove everyone away to save his life. If he had to be irredeemable, let him sink into hell for it.
If he thought he was right, that's just how it was. There was no one to tell him there were others to think about. No hearts in the stars to listen to, no worlds far from the shores of his home. No one left to protect. Not here, anyway.
It didn't matter. Not even his regret. It just didn't matter. None of it did. The universe was as absolute as he is.
He's not really sure how long he's been drifting, feeling the cold on every square inch of exposed skin one little bit at a time, before the rambling tethers him back to reality. ]
Bravery's got nothing to do with it, if you ask me. Or the right choice. My guy, I've never been right a day of my life. [ He was never smart enough for the right choice. Never brave enough, never wise enough. Good intentions only count if he'd ever thought about anything with intent at all. ] It's just respect. Commitment to the fucking vision.
[ Skyler had even fucked up his fall into depravity, in a way. Just couldn't stop wanting to like people and to be liked in return. It had made him soft. Skyler Veracruz, absolute fuck-up, couldn't even hate people the way he needed to.
Like now. Like this guy. The one who gave him the weed. Fuck this guy. ]
Anyway, what are you? Like, 35? 40? [ He cackles. ] Man, maybe he did get out while the going was good. If nothing was gonna get better for that long, might as well cut our losses and smoke weed in the dark with all the other fuckups in hell.