(In characters point of view)
What do you do when you have no escape from the brutal reality you live in? I no what I do; I wait for a certain friend who I dont know but hope to meet one day. This is my monologue and I don't care what you think of it.
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Sometimes I hear voices. They welcome me home, nag at me, and sometimes they whisper things about my teammates that I really shouldn't be thinking about. I can't decide if they are a comfort, or a sign of insanity.