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[deadthenred]

Alright, lemme make sure I got this exact. We've been rounded up to fight in some dad-blamed future battle, and in the meantime we're supposed to sit around and twiddle our thumbs. Guess some things never change, huh?

Look, I got sympathy, I really do. You have terrific taste, bringing me here. I'm all aces. And hang, I hate to say no to a lady. Some of you have to be ladies, right?

[ Cough cough. Ahem. ]

But I'm all booked up. I got a date with Hitler and his Nazi crum-bums. I can't stick around for this.

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[deadthenred]

Why would I be mad?

[notbeth]

Maybe it's something you don't wanna talk about.

[deadthenred]

Sure, it ain't my favorite. But that doesn't mean I get mad.

It used to, though. It took me a long time to figure out I was angry about something. I wasn't just angry.

[notbeth]

[ A pause. ]

You were sad?

[deadthenred]

I was sad, yeah. [ Aaaand he picked a lot of fights. ]

[notbeth]

[ It only makes sense he was sad if it was his father. She knows she's lucky to still have hers, but it doesn't alleviate the hot anger swelling in her chest or keep the tears back everyday. ]

How do you stop being angry?