At mention of Ellie, he seems doubly annoyed, ripping the top layer of the cardboard off all at once before holding it in both of his hands to start tearing it into strips, hands twitchy as he talks.
“I saw, fuckin’ freaks, right? Like they aren’t ‘xertin’ enough control, gotta treat us like dolls, gotta put us down ‘n down ‘n down cause th’ ‘pinion of three fucks who don’t know shit means that much, shit pisses me off.”
He glares down, lowering his head to his hands for a moment to run his hands back and forth through his hair rapidly, as if it’ll help silence the jury in his head, setting his forehead against the box’s edge for a second before sitting back up with a smile again.
“Coin flip’s a good one. Mighta really done it ‘f they didn’t get th’ projection was ‘bout. ‘s real fucked— y’know, ‘pparently that machine showed my squad I ‘s a shitty lil sad orphan ‘nd all, that wasn’t enough t’ get some fuckin’ pity points? They got somethin’ ‘gainst orphans?”
He starts wrapping one of the cardboard strips around his hand, then down his wrist. Then he lets go of it and lets it fall off with a slight springiness as the tension dissipates.
