[ It takes him a while to text back, not because he’s busy, or because he hasn’t seen Vanya’s text. Rather, he stares at it for way too long, considering and considering and reeling from the thought of it. It makes sense, as disturbing as it is. Jason’s hinted at a similar thought before. ]
If I met you on Earth, I’d feel the same way about you. It’s not Hell. There are people just as good waiting for you back home, I know it. They want you to think this way here. Don’t give into it.
[ And realistically? Truthfully? He doesn’t believe in the redemption thing for a single second. ]
[Her own honesty catches her off guard too. Maybe it's the lack of medication, making her freer to express her open and honest feelings. She doesn't want to go back to Earth. She doesn't want to be asked to keep living a life that offered little but loneliness and sharp betrayal.
She pauses when he says he'd feel the same way about her. She doubts it. No one liked mousy, timid, sad little Vanya with the mediocre violin skills and a bottle of pills the size of her fist. No one noticed her. Even Helen, a woman she played with for years, needed to be reminded of her name.]
I was a really different person on Earth.
Don't give into it? Why not?
Even if it were a lie, why would I leave someplace I'm mostly happy to go back somewhere I hated?
['They want you to think this way.' Well, congrats, she does. And she doesn't see anything wrong with it. Is compliance a bad thing when someone is giving you exactly what you want in exchange for little to no sacrifice?]
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If I met you on Earth, I’d feel the same way about you.
It’s not Hell. There are people just as good waiting for you back home, I know it.
They want you to think this way here. Don’t give into it.
[ And realistically? Truthfully? He doesn’t believe in the redemption thing for a single second. ]
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She pauses when he says he'd feel the same way about her. She doubts it. No one liked mousy, timid, sad little Vanya with the mediocre violin skills and a bottle of pills the size of her fist. No one noticed her. Even Helen, a woman she played with for years, needed to be reminded of her name.]
I was a really different person on Earth.
Don't give into it? Why not?
Even if it were a lie, why would I leave someplace I'm mostly happy to go back somewhere I hated?
['They want you to think this way.' Well, congrats, she does. And she doesn't see anything wrong with it. Is compliance a bad thing when someone is giving you exactly what you want in exchange for little to no sacrifice?]