[huff. He should have known Saitama would do that. The thought had crossed his mind to be more precise, but he couldn't get the words out. Nothing really... felt right, and even just blurting it out...]
[biting his lip, he swallowed down his pride, hating that Saitama was making him ask like this] Why do you even care? About me?
Saitama... [he growled, then gave up. He might as well be pounding his head against the wall, talking to Saitama was turning out to be such a tedious chore] I hate you, and I am going to hate you until my dying breath. Stop wasting your time trying to save me and either finish me off, or just die yourself!
I'm not angry all the time. [he sighs, closing his eyes and sinking deeper into the bed. The band around his left wrist feels looser, something he makes a note of for later, when Saitama is gone or suitably distracted] I ran out of anger a long time ago, and I've been left feeling disappointed and dissatisfied ever since. People are dull, predictable, and pathetic, and I struggle to find meaning in their existence.
Before I met you, I could feel myself languishing. I struggled to find meaning in my own existence, and every day felt the same as before. Every job was the same, and every challenge I faced was easier than the last. And now...
Fighting against you makes me feel like I am drowning. I can't win, it doesn't matter how hard I try. Even when I have you in the palm of my hand, you still win. I'm not angry, I'm tired and I'm frustrated and I'm disgusted with every inch of myself and the rest of the world.
[The problem is is that he's right. The drowning feeling, as much as he hated it and wanted to cleanse it from his soul, was so... so invigorating. He hadn't felt so alive in years.]
I don't like it. It makes me stupid. I should have killed you when I had the chance, instead of playing around like that. I just...
[If only his ninja techniques were working right now, or he would be out of these restraints and throttling Saitama right now.]
We're not the same, Saitama. [just grit your teeth and breathe, Sonic. It was the only thing you could do right now] I admit, reluctantly, that we aren't that different, but we're still not the same. I didn't spend my life perfecting my techniques just for the fun of it, I'm a perfectionist, especially when it comes to my job. The very idea of not being the best...
[he shudders at the thought, swallowing thickly against the bile rising in his throat.] I don't care if there's nothing else at the top, I simply can't stand the idea of being anything less.
To that end, I am confident that whatever is affecting us now will soon pass. It must pass. That I cannot ever surpass you is bad enough, but if all my life's effort was rendered obsolete at the whim of some unknown force, I couldn't stand it.
[That's it, Saitama's dead. He's going to strangle him with his bare hands. He's going to slam his skull against the floor until there's nothing left but bloody shards of bone.]
[He gets his left wrist free, then starts working on the strap binding his right. Then he has to get the straps across his shoulders... oh god, why are there so many straps? This was so much easier when he could do this in the blink of an eye!]
Tch, who needs hospitals? It's a waste of time, if you ask me. They're just going to throw me in back in that stupid jail anyway, so why should - [The last restraint comes off, and he hops off the bed, only to stumble and fall to his knees with a shout, one hand pressing against his back where he was stabbed.] O-ow...
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[no Saitama he means why do you care]
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[biting his lip, he swallowed down his pride, hating that Saitama was making him ask like this] Why do you even care? About me?
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There's a silence before he just shrugs.]
Dunno.
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Before I met you, I could feel myself languishing. I struggled to find meaning in my own existence, and every day felt the same as before. Every job was the same, and every challenge I faced was easier than the last. And now...
Fighting against you makes me feel like I am drowning. I can't win, it doesn't matter how hard I try. Even when I have you in the palm of my hand, you still win. I'm not angry, I'm tired and I'm frustrated and I'm disgusted with every inch of myself and the rest of the world.
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[How dare this asshole sound jealous of you, Sonic]
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I don't like it. It makes me stupid. I should have killed you when I had the chance, instead of playing around like that. I just...
[He just didn't want it to be over so soon.]
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[...]
But now we're back to square one. We can both train up and get powerful. I'm even growing my hair back.
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We're not the same, Saitama. [just grit your teeth and breathe, Sonic. It was the only thing you could do right now] I admit, reluctantly, that we aren't that different, but we're still not the same. I didn't spend my life perfecting my techniques just for the fun of it, I'm a perfectionist, especially when it comes to my job. The very idea of not being the best...
[he shudders at the thought, swallowing thickly against the bile rising in his throat.] I don't care if there's nothing else at the top, I simply can't stand the idea of being anything less.
To that end, I am confident that whatever is affecting us now will soon pass. It must pass. That I cannot ever surpass you is bad enough, but if all my life's effort was rendered obsolete at the whim of some unknown force, I couldn't stand it.
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[He gets his left wrist free, then starts working on the strap binding his right. Then he has to get the straps across his shoulders... oh god, why are there so many straps? This was so much easier when he could do this in the blink of an eye!]
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Well, that gives Saitama plenty of time to press the button for nurses.]
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What's wrong, Saitama? Afraid to try and take me on yourself without your powers, now?
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