GTS – Page 155
Transcript:
Stella:
After that I had to do everything to keep up our little. . . messengers,myself.
Somebody had to.
We were both still little, I think I was like ten? I didn’t speak Gallian and he didn’t speak English.
(He called it something else. . . Francie? Somethin’.)
I hated him for a long time, he was so doted on in the church while I was doing all this work on my own.
Ulrich:
(this place is so fucked)
(shh!)
(sorry are WE judging the environment someone ELSE was raised in?)
(pay attention!)
Stella:
Having this whole life shoved onto me serving something I don’t even believe in.
But he was a baby too.
Ulrich:
(wait how old is toulouse?)
Stella:
And being their idol didn’t do him any favors.
When you’re young in places like this you can’t help hurting each other. You don’t know nothin’ else.
Ulrich:
(not too sympathetic, pity will make them angry. show your eyes.)
Stella:
It’s hard enough figuring out how to live in a house on fire, does that make sense?
Ulrich:
(ichvermissebel. . . . . .)
Stella:
. . . I don’t think any loving god would make a messiah of a human child.
Or send him in like that. To this.
And if god did, he’s not worth my time. Toulouse is my friend, I don’t need him to be anything else for me.
Ulrich:
(true)
Stella:
If you hurt him I’ll beat your ass.
Ulrich:
(also true)
(AHA)
Of course.
Er. . . thank you, Stella.
(he is there)
🙂
(where else would he be dumbass can you do something useful for once)
(he knows)
Offscreen:
So here is a weird thing.