[...no, that's deflecting and he knows it. There's a moment's quiet as he takes a drink and just sighs.]
If I'm not gonna let him wallow in his self-loathing sacrificial bullshit, by virtue of being one of the only people who can call him out on it properly, he's not gonna let me wallow in mine.
Do you know how hard it is to get that man to say anything good about himself? At least you have some shallow sense of self worth. In that you know you look good in tight t-shirts. He doesn't even have that.
Why is it that I, the literal bad guy here, is the one who has zero self esteem problems?
The fact he's missing two ribs doesn't help the t-shirt thing for him.
Besides, pretty much anything negative about yourself you've probably got locked up in a neat little box. You're not any better than us, you're just less vocal about it.
My...insecurities all center around one thing. Or rather, one person. Three guesses, but you only need one.
Warren took all the other insecurities I felt and forced me to face them day after day after day. Why do you think I'm so good at what I do? Each mission, he made me do something I didn't think I could do, until there didn't seem to be anything I couldn't do anymore.
I don't lose my shit because of self esteem issues, Tim.
One, I never said self esteem. Congrats that your cock's exactly as big as you say it is. Two, I'm happy to report that none of my issues are even remotely related to self esteem.
Anyway, if you want to help him you're gonna want to unlock some of those boxes so he's got something to actually feed on.
Look, Tim. I know you're dying to get in my pants, but talking about my cock isn't going to do it.
[A bit more serious:] And I know that. I'm not really looking forward to that part. But maybe we can kill two birds with one stone. Help Jon and open boxes that you can't open. I'm self aware enough to realize that nothing he rips open is going to be healed.
[His smirk is audible, but when he speaks after Jacobi his tone matches the slightly more intense discussion.]
Alright, well. Is there anything you wanna know about it? Jon's pretty thorough about explaining the whole thing, but I don't know he's ever been the actual subject of one.
[He laughs so hard that he gives himself the hiccups.]
I meant that you could help walk me through how to force feed a statement down his throat. But I beat him up when he cheats at Mario Kart, so you're right about that.
And the Listeners are the least of my goddamn trauma.
[And Jacobi laughing sets off Tim's stupid cackle and he does snort.]
Well, there's your primer then. Statement of, your name here, regarding Spooky Bullshit. And if you do it with enough intent you'll hear a tape recorder when one manifests out of the bloody ether. It's the most useless superpower ever.
Hah. [Though that one's a bit more bitter.] Yeah, they'll do that too. Sometimes it just pops off when you start discussing actual trauma around him, if Jon doesn't hold it in it turns real.
[That just gets a moment of silence while he takes a drink.]
Yeah, you mentioned before. I'm not gonna fault you there, his whole Knowing bullshit is legitimately useful sometimes. He's gotten better at it since we died, mind you, what with being a fully realise arse.
Hey! Sometimes that shit is useful and sometimes it's really, really not. He knew my birthday, Tim. And, I will say again, he uses it to cheat at Mario Kart.
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I told him about what turned the other me into an avatar. Seems like it was a pretty juicy one since he had the energy to tear into me afterwards.
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[...no, that's deflecting and he knows it. There's a moment's quiet as he takes a drink and just sighs.]
If I'm not gonna let him wallow in his self-loathing sacrificial bullshit, by virtue of being one of the only people who can call him out on it properly, he's not gonna let me wallow in mine.
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Do you know how hard it is to get that man to say anything good about himself? At least you have some shallow sense of self worth. In that you know you look good in tight t-shirts. He doesn't even have that.
Why is it that I, the literal bad guy here, is the one who has zero self esteem problems?
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The fact he's missing two ribs doesn't help the t-shirt thing for him.
Besides, pretty much anything negative about yourself you've probably got locked up in a neat little box. You're not any better than us, you're just less vocal about it.
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My...insecurities all center around one thing. Or rather, one person. Three guesses, but you only need one.
Warren took all the other insecurities I felt and forced me to face them day after day after day. Why do you think I'm so good at what I do? Each mission, he made me do something I didn't think I could do, until there didn't seem to be anything I couldn't do anymore.
I don't lose my shit because of self esteem issues, Tim.
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Anyway, if you want to help him you're gonna want to unlock some of those boxes so he's got something to actually feed on.
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[A bit more serious:] And I know that. I'm not really looking forward to that part. But maybe we can kill two birds with one stone. Help Jon and open boxes that you can't open. I'm self aware enough to realize that nothing he rips open is going to be healed.
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Alright, well. Is there anything you wanna know about it? Jon's pretty thorough about explaining the whole thing, but I don't know he's ever been the actual subject of one.
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I told him that if he tried to dodge, I'd come to you, though.
CW language lmao
[And he puts on a terrible American accent that's totally meant to be Jacobi.]
Statement of Daniel Jacobi, regarding... I dunno, The Listeners being cunts.
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I meant that you could help walk me through how to force feed a statement down his throat. But I beat him up when he cheats at Mario Kart, so you're right about that.
And the Listeners are the least of my goddamn trauma.
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Well, there's your primer then. Statement of, your name here, regarding Spooky Bullshit. And if you do it with enough intent you'll hear a tape recorder when one manifests out of the bloody ether. It's the most useless superpower ever.
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[He clears his throat.] I uh - had to know if I was the real me or not.
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Yeah, you mentioned before. I'm not gonna fault you there, his whole Knowing bullshit is legitimately useful sometimes. He's gotten better at it since we died, mind you, what with being a fully realise arse.
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He's not a bloody crystal ball, Jake, I'm pretty sure he can't predict video games with randomised elements.
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