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You see Walt with a tray of food. But he's not in the cafetaria this time, he's sitting under a tree in the field outside of Alhambra base.. He removes his glasses and crunches his eyes with his right hand, before calmly arguing an empty spot.

"Can't you guys leave me alone for a while? I'm trying to eat here?"

He then sighs, and stares at his heavily bandaged left hand for a long time.

Before grabbing a fork and stabbing his left hand violently.

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What the hell?!

Don't worry, it'll regenerate.

If you know it will, then why do you hurt yourself?

...Are you a masochist?

Edited 2014-06-05 21:59 (UTC)

I'm trying to shut it down. Though I know it's futile. I've tried everything I can, but they keep making me seeing these things.

Id it's futile, then why do you keep trying?

Sounds like the best you can do is live with it. I know it sounds easy, coming from someone who doesn't have to see the same shit as you...

Well, I need catharsis once in a while. And it's not only making me see things. I know that it shouldn't be possible but... I know they see things too. For whom, I don't know.

Things like that monster you mentioned before?

It was nowhere to be found in the base, by the way.

[Sorry Walt. You just don't go arguing with an imaginary friend and not get stares. And when Selena gets called off for being rude she's just going to quietly go along her way, but then you had to go and stab your arm up like that.]

What exactly are you trying to do?!?

*Bandages fall down from walt's bleeding hand, and a couple of eyes blink at you.*

I'm trying to get a bit of respite, that's what. Though, I know it's futile. I've tried everything I can to shut these eyes down, but it's useless.

[And here Selena thought Walt stabbing his arm was freaky enough!]

That's... not normal...

[No shit.]

Have you ever gotten a sample of them to one of our labs?

Of course I have. According to them, they're just weird tumours, and not connected to anything else inside my body. According to them these eyes shouldn't effect me in any ways. But I know those white coats are wrong, I just know it.

That's why none of the antipsychotics that they gave me works. Because they're not hallucinations. These eyes are making me see things.

And not only that...

[Okay... now this is just starting to sound like the most bizarre thing ever. And considering the little foray into La Gias... that's saying something.]

What else?

I know it shouldn't be possible, but I can just feel it. They're watching too, seeing. For who though, I don't know.

...

[Forget saying anything; just going to cry like a big baby.]

Do... do... don't worry! It will regenerate! See?

*Walt unwrap his heavily bandaged hand, to show you that indeed, an eye is forming from the wound*

Jesus!" Yancy exclaims, sandwich held up halfway to his mouth.

"You know, usually soldiers who play five finger fillet try to avoid hitting their hands!"

Sorry... it's just this hand... It makes me sees things. Once in a while I want to be left alone, you know?

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