[[Armstrong is resting his forehead against the wall, his arms hanging limp at his sides. Occasionally, a tremor runs through his body, and his eyes are wide, with his last remaining tears making a slow trail down his face.
He hears Kimblee approaching and he tenses violently, but doesn't turn to look at him. Thankfully, no hand is offered. He's not sure how he would have reacted had one been.
When he finally speaks, his voice is soft and strained, like he has to force his vocal cords to move. He does, really, but he wants to let the words out. Needs to let the words out.]]
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He hears Kimblee approaching and he tenses violently, but doesn't turn to look at him. Thankfully, no hand is offered. He's not sure how he would have reacted had one been.
When he finally speaks, his voice is soft and strained, like he has to force his vocal cords to move. He does, really, but he wants to let the words out. Needs to let the words out.]]
...we're monsters.
[[Needs to let the truth out.]]