[He fingers the square of his lighter in his pocket. What the hell do you think you’re doing, Timothy? You some kind of idiot, showing your hand this early in the game? Like some kind of amateur? What kind of fucking liar can’t maintain tactical silence for one minute, could set fire to this entire line of fake houses and watch them go up like radioactive beacons you fucking maniac - ]
[Breathe.]
[Uncurl fists in your pockets. Keep walking. It’s already obvious what you are, so don’t forget: unreliable narrator.]
no subject
[He fingers the square of his lighter in his pocket. What the hell do you think you’re doing, Timothy? You some kind of idiot, showing your hand this early in the game? Like some kind of amateur? What kind of fucking liar can’t maintain tactical silence for one minute, could set fire to this entire line of fake houses and watch them go up like radioactive beacons you fucking maniac - ]
[Breathe.]
[Uncurl fists in your pockets. Keep walking. It’s already obvious what you are, so don’t forget: unreliable narrator.]
But we’re the ones who don’t belong.