“His fucking jokes. I remember his godawful fucking jokes. He was a creep.”

EMPATHY - (He misses Judit. He’s worried he won’t have that again.)

[If he wants someone to bitch at I’m right here.]

Harry beams, immediately warmed by Jean’s approval. His feathers ruffle and the crest on his head perks up. He kind of just..forgets about Judit for now. Even though she was kind to him, even though she was one of the last people on Elysium who cared if he lived or died. She’s not here, but Jean is.

“I remember the silk mill. Kind of. I remember the desks. I remember the horse shit smell, mostly…”

INLAND EMPIRE - (Hold up.)

INLAND EMPIRE - (Jean wants you to remember. He wants you to remember all these terrible things you’ve done.)

[…I don’t want that. I don’t want to know that Harry.]

INLAND EMPIRE - (You really don’t. It’ll just make you worse. The nightmares. Your mood swings.)

Harry is talking about that awful fucking kebab stand where everyone gets sick and keeps going back to anyway when his voice stops. He looks away.

“I don’t think I should do this.”

EMPATHY - (That isn’t what he wants to hear.)

“Not all at once. It’s a lot.”