( christ. this question again. felix doesn't move. he spreads his fingers over his nose to his eyes and hooks into the sockets, pressing down on his closed lids. no lingering migraine making it hard to focus this morning, but he's having trouble focusing regardless. can't stay in his fucking head when it's important. )

Everything, motherfucker. ( the whole universe in his mouth. everything. he wants everything. ) With you, specifically? Fuck if I know. I wanna stab the shit out of you. I wanna kiss you. I want you to make a little goddamn sense. Pick your fucking poison.

( felix thinks he started it, worst of all. in the very beginning, when he didn't put a bullet in his brain when he had ephemera right in front of him, prone and bleeding on his back. what're you gonna fucking do, huh? and felix dropped his sidearm, took off his fucking helmet. another wrong turn in the universe, a butterfly effect rippling through time. he started this, and he can't even end it. pathetic. )