[David sighs a bit, wondering how to go about this.]
...When I was in that bloody Prison That Didn't Officially Exist - Everything was quiet, at first. Except for the guards going berserk sometimes, but even that was sort of normal.
[But the inside of his head had been quiet, at least. And then...]
But then, this guy in the next cell started to talk. He was so loud, and...
[David swallowed.]
I must have been depressed or something, now that I think about it...Life just sort of drifted away, and I was just existing from one day to the next.
But then...My next door cellmate was so damn loud, talking about his rich powerful father with connections all the time, and...
I started to dream.
- James had turned into a hundred thousand pixies, and was searching for me
[James is looking for David! The pixies croone, floating from one person to the next.]
[James is looking for David! Please tell James if you know anything about David...]
...And they were drifting closer and closer to the target, which happened to be me.
- I'm not sure when I realized that Rich Guy must be one of James' friends relatives or something...I just got up and knew it, one day.
[James roommate back home, Malcolm, that was his name - He looked like a big fluffy teddy bear, and David had only realized long after he saw him that he looked oddly like a young Big Boss.]
[David sighed, and splashed some water on his head.]
And I knew, someplace deep inside, that it was James who would come for me. Even though that was insane, and made no sense.
And then, the depression got better, little by little, I suppose, because things began to look much more real. And then...
One of the men told me that Rich Guy wasn't in the next cell anymore, and hadn't been there for a while.
...Except I could still hear him ranting, all the fucking time. And the dreams - Did I mention he kept getting into my dreams?
[And David sighed again.]
...And then, a long time after that, I was rescued, sort of, first by some odd people who kept mentioning a Mouser [Who is James, but David doesn't really know that yet] And then Father came marching over and told them he was taking over now, but...
[David sighed.]
Fa - Big Boss hadn't really come for me, he'd come for Rich Guy, and was sort of pissed that James had made his own rescue misson with me as a priority and he'd had to push his plans ahead much earlier then he wanted to, otherwise.
But he wasn't planning to through me to the wolves, anyway.
So things were all right, I think. They told me to wait until James came and got me, and...
[He looks at John.]
So things are going to be all right now. I think. If any of this is real.
...I'm not at sure it is, though, at all.
[And swallowed.]
Is this real at all, Sir? Or am I just going to wake up in that stinking cell, again, with the voice of a man who isn't even in the same wing of the building in my head?
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...When I was in that bloody Prison That Didn't Officially Exist - Everything was quiet, at first. Except for the guards going berserk sometimes, but even that was sort of normal.
[But the inside of his head had been quiet, at least. And then...]
But then, this guy in the next cell started to talk. He was so loud, and...
[David swallowed.]
I must have been depressed or something, now that I think about it...Life just sort of drifted away, and I was just existing from one day to the next.
But then...My next door cellmate was so damn loud, talking about his rich powerful father with connections all the time, and...
I started to dream.
- James had turned into a hundred thousand pixies, and was searching for me
[James is looking for David! The pixies croone, floating from one person to the next.]
[James is looking for David! Please tell James if you know anything about David...]
...And they were drifting closer and closer to the target, which happened to be me.
- I'm not sure when I realized that Rich Guy must be one of James' friends relatives or something...I just got up and knew it, one day.
[James roommate back home, Malcolm, that was his name - He looked like a big fluffy teddy bear, and David had only realized long after he saw him that he looked oddly like a young Big Boss.]
[David sighed, and splashed some water on his head.]
And I knew, someplace deep inside, that it was James who would come for me. Even though that was insane, and made no sense.
And then, the depression got better, little by little, I suppose, because things began to look much more real. And then...
One of the men told me that Rich Guy wasn't in the next cell anymore, and hadn't been there for a while.
...Except I could still hear him ranting, all the fucking time. And the dreams - Did I mention he kept getting into my dreams?
[And David sighed again.]
...And then, a long time after that, I was rescued, sort of, first by some odd people who kept mentioning a Mouser [Who is James, but David doesn't really know that yet] And then Father came marching over and told them he was taking over now, but...
[David sighed.]
Fa - Big Boss hadn't really come for me, he'd come for Rich Guy, and was sort of pissed that James had made his own rescue misson with me as a priority and he'd had to push his plans ahead much earlier then he wanted to, otherwise.
But he wasn't planning to through me to the wolves, anyway.
So things were all right, I think. They told me to wait until James came and got me, and...
[He looks at John.]
So things are going to be all right now. I think. If any of this is real.
...I'm not at sure it is, though, at all.
[And swallowed.]
Is this real at all, Sir? Or am I just going to wake up in that stinking cell, again, with the voice of a man who isn't even in the same wing of the building in my head?