Kore: I am like him. We both are.
Xander: You're like him? After what I've seen?
Narration(Xander): I'm always doing things like this when Grant isn't here to nag me.
Narration(Xander): Oh how he would yell now. Instead of a son, I've created myself a rival says General Grant.
Narration(Xander): Doesn't it seem logical now that you think about it?
Shane: It'll be ok, Kore.
Narration(Xander): Can't she see how she tortures us?
Narration(Xander): Hadn't said a word this whole time and in one instant...he opens his big mouth and...she feels this.
Narration(Xander): ...a whisper ...a secret shared between them
Narration(Xander): I can feel the brush of his lips on her ear. Every flash, every spark...
Narration(Xander): I made it through all these years. All the experiments.
Narration(Xander): But now my throat stings and I feel tears in my eyes. What does it feel like, pain?
Narration(Xander): Have I forgotten too?
Where do I start with this one, the posturing? (which means something), the pity party?(which isn’t) the self-destructive behavior? (which there’s an actual reason for) Do we have enough cringe yet? Because there’s more where that came from! I don’t know I’m sorry. I just have to post these and shut up about them. There is a lot of glass in that room.
CHATEAU GRIEF PATREON
Characters: Xander, Kore, Shane
