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[golisolation]

"Yo, it's the hated boss that beats you down, and beats you down, and never lets up... Yeah, big bad Guzma is here—well, I ain't, actually. Leave a message and ya boy will get back at ya. Later days, dude."

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[golisolation]

[What a question. One that gives him pause as he considers it. Guzma's not great at taking things seriously, something of a coping method to deal with the shit hand life's dealt him, but right here and now...he wanted to.

He's been surrounded by people who saw the good in him, but couldn't understand the bad. Couldn't fully grasp what's left him mangled on the inside, but it seems like--feels like--in one fell swoop Solus here has. It's a strange sort of feeling, what with their general unfamiliarity, yet at the same time, he felt familiar in ways that others have failed to.]

The future don't really matter much, does it? Not here, anyway. I'm survivin', but the bone I'm pickin' ain't with this lot--even if they're full'a shit.

[Not a total truth, he likes what he has for the most part, likes the relationship he has with Lucina, likes the gang he's made and maintained for the better part of a year. He still doesn't trust the government, still doesn't like that Lucina seems blind to its ploy, but there isn't much to be done, not when they have nullifiers like they do.]

What about you, huh?

[hellufacade]

Well, as I’ve always thought: control those would control you. Why run around in other’s silly games for all eternity? If they brought us here, they have reasonable means to send us back.

[Back before it seemed like the scales had been tipped. Even if he was so, so tired.]