Shut that band up—it's stupid, really, the way those words catch on the roughened edges of her mind, throws her back to the program with its overbearing communication bands, to the endless, grating beeping that filled the air whenever you ignored them. Remembers the incessant sound piercing her ears the day she first found out what happened to Resol, remembers the efforts she went to shut it up or at least muffle it, remembers still knowing it was still going even as she lost hours to the grief.
Funny, the ways things echo.
She breathes in, out. Tries to swallow around the weight in her throat that makes it so hard to, between the waves of tears. It only gets a little easier when she feels the charm's protection reaching back out to her.
What do you do when you get bad thoughts? Ripley asks, and CT almost laughs emptily. "Wh-What I do when I get bad thoughts is lock them up in a— a f-filing cabinet in my brain and n-never open that drawer again. And that's— that's really not working."
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Shut that band up—it's stupid, really, the way those words catch on the roughened edges of her mind, throws her back to the program with its overbearing communication bands, to the endless, grating beeping that filled the air whenever you ignored them. Remembers the incessant sound piercing her ears the day she first found out what happened to Resol, remembers the efforts she went to shut it up or at least muffle it, remembers still knowing it was still going even as she lost hours to the grief.
Funny, the ways things echo.
She breathes in, out. Tries to swallow around the weight in her throat that makes it so hard to, between the waves of tears. It only gets a little easier when she feels the charm's protection reaching back out to her.
What do you do when you get bad thoughts? Ripley asks, and CT almost laughs emptily. "Wh-What I do when I get bad thoughts is lock them up in a— a f-filing cabinet in my brain and n-never open that drawer again. And that's— that's really not working."