AMELIA COLLIER

We cannot possibly fund you and Hendrick fighting like this. You two need to start working this out over chess or something.

With contempt,

@a-bradley-avellanos

— 📻 Look, i’m not too keen on you. Not at all.

Though — listen — you’ve got to be pretty tired of him. He’s wasting your funds, draining you guys for his tantrums. He may be a doctor, but he’s not a businessman, that’s for sure.

I’d rather not work things out with him, I don’t think there’s any way to. Maybe you can deal with him, though. We can deal with him.

— 📻 Look, I know it’s tough out there. Even I can admit that. The shit I grew up around, the things I did… I get what it’s like to have nothing.

You have to fight against this ‘therapy’ Murkoff is putting you through — it’s making you think that having to saw off a guy’s arms and legs is a fair exchange for a bed to sleep in. They’re getting you ready to die, they’re making you complacent.

Do you wanna spend the rest of your days stepping in gore just to be treated like a lab rat? For them to make every choice for you? To maybe someday wake up strapped to a chair, for other reagents to see you as just another means to get back to the sleep room?

— 📻 We’ve somehow managed to get over 200 reagents on track with escaping. This is more than I could have ever imagined.

-sincerely a reagent who’s genuine dogwater at Stroop

— 📻 I’ve always had pretty quick thinking because of my, uh, upbringing. Guess it carried over.

I'm scared Amelia...

— 📻 That’s what Murkoff wants you to think. That you have to compare yourself, that you’re not as smart. That sort of thinking causes you to fall into fear.

I get it… I get the worry, but it’s no way to live, always wondering when you’ll be the next expendable body.

If any reagents are listening in, don’t force yourself to find a father in men who don’t deserve it.