TAU VOLANTIS | private, Washington

[Cosmic]

The sound of Washington's voice began to slowly pull me out of my panic, and I looked up at him, almost shocked. He... was really asking if I was okay? The soldier dude didn't seem the type that would even asked, more like, 'keep your chin up, kid', type of guy. This was surprising. A welcome surprise, nonetheless. I shook my head before attempting to stand and face him properly.

"I-I'm fine." I lied, still shaking from the crisis I was currently enduring. No, no I wasn't fine. This endless fucking cycle would never fucking cease. I knew it. I would relive eveey fucking game. Every fucking lifetime. I fucking despised it. I just wished for one moment of fucking peace and be able to stick around with the friends and acquaintances I aquired over my soul's lifespan. But no. Everything was always ripped from me and I was back at square one. This was a fucking rollercoaster ride I wanted off of immediately. Please... please.

What's wrong? There was so much fucking wrong. There was no fucking way I could express it. No way at all. He had to experience it to believe it, but there was no way he was believing me. He was a fucking soldier for gods sake. He wouldn't believe shit. Any sort of shit. And would he even listen? Should I even out in the effort? Goddamnit.

"..." I paused, looking up at him with light green-gray eyes that showed wisdom beyond my age, the constant non-stop trauma I endured, the hallucinations... it was the look of someone who was broken beyond repair, but pushed on. Like a soldier. Stubbornness, but a high, unmistakeable intelligence. My eyes completely betrayed the words I spoke, and subconsciously I just wished someone could fucking help me before I fucking lost it.

"Wash..." I nearly mumbled, but held my ground. A heavy sigh rolled past my lips as I just shook my head. "You wouldn't believe me. All this shit in my head... the shit I can't explain to anyone because they have to experience it for themselves..." My voice trailed off as I suddenly looked down at the ground, fidgeting with my paws.

"You won't believe me... will you?" I wanted to cry. I could feel the warm tears beginning to well up in my eyes. I couldn't tell anyone about my experiences. They wouldn't get it. They wouldn't be able to experience it. I...

I just started sobbing. I... I didn't know what to do anymore. I NEEDED someone to believe me. Just PLEASE. I needed it... now at this time especially.

"I-I'm sorry, W-Washington. I'm s-sorry..."