❛ well, i’ll tell you what, he sounds like a total asshole. ❜
wallowing in one’s self-pity is about as cliche as it sounds. even now, months after he had been fired --- he still feels ... anger. his blood simmering as he just can’t rest. he hadn’t deserved the treatment he got. he hadn’t! if anyone were to tell him that the best of the best, the infamous head of stark industries was to sweep his life’s work under the goddamn rug --- maybe he wouldn’t have shot so high. or at least shot as high just to still be treated like absolute dirt. so what do you do, now that your grand opera has been shut down? quentin, for one, has found comfort in venting to strangers in bars. this stranger, as it just-so happened, vented back to him.
talking about some real, grade-a asshole that almost seems to be handling him like some puppet. now that, quentin hates. he much rather handle others as his own puppets. so much easier. but that’s besides the point, isn’t it? ❛ you know what i think? your ----- “boss”, whatever you wanna call him, and my ex-boss? they’re just scared. scared we’re better than them. so they just wanna control us. or, well ... make sure we’re not a threat to them in the first place. what. a bunch. of --- jackasses. ❜
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