Date: 2024-11-03 08:39 pm (UTC)
wiseoldbartender: (And the sound of drums)
[Husk wants to rail against this. He wants to throw his phone across the room and go back to drinking and being fucking miserable about everything. That wold be easier. He's good at that, and it means he has to talk about Alastor less. How, even living through second-hand memories, that man made his skin crawl. How he can't listen to the radio without his fight-or-flight response being triggered. How he feels weak and useless over a man he's never even come across in this lifetime.

But here's Diarmuid, coming with sound reasoning. Speaking from a level of understanding he hadn't expected from anyone else in this place. Someone who understands exactly what Husk is facing down whenever he thinks about the Radio Demon.

...Well, shit. ]


Hell's full of fuckers like him. Like me. Ain't a lot of decency there. Which is kinda the point. There's always some asshole ready to exploit another one for their own gain. It's...normal.

[But something Charlie was desperately trying to fix. That was the whole point of the Hotel, after all. Proving that people could be better. Could choose to be better. That Hell didn't mean the end of everything forever if you didn't want it to be. If you were willing to put the work in and change for the better.

Your life is yours.]


...You're really fucking obnoxiously stubborn, aren't you? How the shit ain't you dead?
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