"Christ, Misty." Soldat sniffs again, scrubs at their face as another few tears well up, at that. Just having someone who feels something about them... something positive... it's so good it actively hurts. "We. Yes. Rocket and Groot did it. But. Can't just announce it. Gotta. Shit. Gotta make a fucking scene. And I will. I promise you, I will."
They've always assumed there were cameras everywhere-- even spotted a few. Though they haven't found the ones in their own room, there surely have to be some. There's never been any reason to really think about it before, because no one has ever been in here before-- they never do anything interesting in here besides clean guns and fold paper. They look around, frowning. "Can't talk about it here. Can't-- Jesus. They watch us everywhere, Misty. I'm pretty sure even in here."
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Date: 2020-05-04 11:48 pm (UTC)They've always assumed there were cameras everywhere-- even spotted a few. Though they haven't found the ones in their own room, there surely have to be some. There's never been any reason to really think about it before, because no one has ever been in here before-- they never do anything interesting in here besides clean guns and fold paper. They look around, frowning. "Can't talk about it here. Can't-- Jesus. They watch us everywhere, Misty. I'm pretty sure even in here."