TRIGGER WARNING FOR THIS CHAPTER
●grief
○Talk about death
●Roman bringt stupid
○Virgil showing SIGNS of PTSD
●Virgil being our angsty boy
○yelling
●cursing
○maybe a little crying
I do not romantice death/grief/anxiety nor depression! These are SERIOUS topics. People die, hurt and grief from it - it is no cool thing nor a trend.
To the Story,
Virgils POV:
Death is unreversable.
I learned that in a young age.
Before Paranoia, there would be a part of me, a part that died when I developed my anxiety disorder. A while later I would realise I show sings of PTSD, never talked about it.
I was planning on telling Janus soon, since we were getting close after a long time.
Didn't get far there, did I?
He died.
He was murdered.
"I am the murderer."
"No, kiddo. Not you."
"I am the murderer, Patton. I am a terrible person."
He sighed. "No, kiddo. You are a good person, who has been treated terrible. You are neither a monster nor a murderer. You are Virgil DUCKING Sanders. You can rest soon, but before that we have to win against the REAL murderer of Janus, okay? We believe in you."
"Do you? Do you REALLY? Because it SEEMS like everybody FORGOT that I could have a chance." He seemed taken back, but tried to stay calm. Was he afraid of me?
I won't win.
But that does not mean I won't fight .
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