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[pain_train]

To find out times for the next three station stops of the Pain Train, press 1.

For a list of stations serviced by the Pain Train, press 2.

To leave a message for the conductor of the Pain Train, press 3.

To purchase tickets on the Pain Train, pull some more of your stupid-ass shit.

Comments

[oldfashionedfutureboy]

Life ain't fair. Feel'ns ain't always fair. But they're honest.

[pain_train]

I haven't said anything dishonest either.

What do you want from me, Whiskey? Do you want me to say that I wish I hadn't gotten scraped off the fucking sidewalk, and I wish you hadn't put me back together? Who are you going to report me to this time for having negative thoughts or whatever? Only it doesn't matter, because I'm already fucking unfit for everything.

Maybe it'd also be true to say that shit instead, but that wouldn't be kind, and it wouldn't be generous, and at least that part of me isn't broken yet.

[oldfashionedfutureboy]

...no one. I'm not-

[ He sucks in a sharp breath, letting it out slow. Jesus fucking christ. ]

Not gonna report you to anyone, Dubyah.

[pain_train]

It wouldn't matter if you did.

[Nothing about her life matters any more.]

But a kind and generous person wouldn't say that shit, so I'm not going to. I'm going to keep doing my best. And I'm going to pretend that it fucking matters, since morale is important. Okay?

[oldfashionedfutureboy]

Your morale is just as important as anyone else's, Wrath.

[pain_train]

I don't have a job to do. [So no, in her estimation, it really isn't.]

But it's okay. Orion and Maine and Jellybean keep me cheered up.