You let Jasper know you’re going to be a little bit, but you do want to talk to them later. They quietly say alright, and continue fiddling with the mask. You focus entirely on Wretch. This is important.
Your head is an absolute disaster, collective thoughts slamming against each other and a what feels like a million voices screaming at once. Thankfully, there’s some degree of consensus, and you start talking as best as you can.
VOIDSY: I’m…no, we’re sorry.
VOIDSY: We’re sorry that we’re jerks so much of the time, and we’re sorry for just. Everything.
VOIDSY: We have a lot of inner turmoil on what to apologize for, but the great majority of this collective nightmare feel guilty, and you don’t deserve this. You don’t deserve the way you’ve been treated, by anyone.
VOIDSY: We should have given some thought to what might happen if she tried to tell you what we talked about-
WRETCH: yeah i bet youre fucking sorry about that
WRETCH: sorry for getting caught
VOIDSY: Wretch, she might have spun it to hurt you-
WRETCH: yr “smitten with her grin”
WRETCH: she’s looking trim huh
WRETCH: good puppy, play nice
WRETCH: you gonna deny any of that??? you gonna come up to me and say thats all lies? what’s the fucking deal, voidsy