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Honestly, men were the pieces of shit. How many men had used her, how many has stripped away her confidence and sense of pride, how many had left her with trauma that she’d never able to forget?
“Maybe not all of us. I think I’m a pretty decent person.” Yeah right.
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Other than accepting everything Ken Levine says as canon?I honestly don’t consider Ryan a villain. I very much believe that when he was giving his famous speech at the end of the game, he was hoping that Jack would choose not to be a slave. That he had hubris enough to think that Jack could break WYK with nothing but his own mind, could realise that he was being ordered to kill his father and that he would be able to simply say “no.” I think his methods were questionable, of course, and he might have gone a little mad there at the end, but I don’t think he wanted to kill Jack, and I don’t think that he wanted Jack to kill him. Only that a world in which his son was unable to even say no to someone was a world in which he did not want to live. I don’t know if that’s unpopular, but I don’t think it’s especially mainstream, so there it is.
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“Mr Fontaine,” He was surprised. Usually the club was a little more.. exclusive. “How unusual to see you here.”
He held the world on his shoulders.
Lucine bounced her camera in hand, careful not to jostle the pieces into ruin as she walked along. She flittered ahead of the stranger, breaking into nonexistence and reappearing in front of him.
She took his photo, three times. "Who're you?" His face was rather interesting. "Want a photo?"
