[ oh this is. this is a lot. rondo's first thought is confusion, and then - betrayal, that he feels alongside mathis, that awful feeling of when you thought someone you loved cared for you, when your heart breaks to find it was a lie all along. he reaches up, subconsciously, hand touching the back of his own neck.
someone created, formed of many parts. the horror of "you're my expendable guinea pig", the heartbreak mathis feels. what's more human that? what could possibly be more human than that? he thinks of someone else who reacted far worse to a similar story, and he swallows, hard, drops his hand. ]
...Mathis...
[ he's just. stunned? stunned, and heartbroken for him, almost too shocked to speak. ] How... how utterly cruel.
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[before he can say anything else, though...
rondo gets hit with a memory this time.
and then another one.]
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someone created, formed of many parts. the horror of "you're my expendable guinea pig", the heartbreak mathis feels. what's more human that? what could possibly be more human than that? he thinks of someone else who reacted far worse to a similar story, and he swallows, hard, drops his hand. ]
...Mathis...
[ he's just. stunned? stunned, and heartbroken for him, almost too shocked to speak. ] How... how utterly cruel.