You have to understand that for the vast majority of my life at any one time I had a grand total of one friend, if that. Knowing so many people here who genuinely enjoy my company and would consider themselves that close to me is difficult to grasp sometimes.
[It makes him have like three whole feelings and he's bad at those]
[Hahaha oh boy. Well. He talked to Armin about this, after Armin saw things that Ford couldn't possibly justify not explaining. Maybe he owes it to Bert to talk about it with him too.]
Exactly that. I spent a good portion of my life, nearly thirty years, entirely alone.
[Not that he never met people, or made allies, but allies and friends are not the same thing. Any connection greater than that was fleeting at best, a drop of fresh water in the ocean.]
The short answer is no. It was not. The longer answer is that I spent a very long time working toward a singular cause and never stayed anywhere long enough to know anyone well enough to consider them a friend, let alone a family member.
Except in one case, but it's unlikely that I will ever see her again.
He's just going to. Draw some diagrams and send them over as images. The first is a fairly straightforward picture of a human skull with a metal plate in approximately the same place as his own. The second is of a woman with seven eyes, no nose and full lips. She wears a heavy cloak and a piercing expression.]
I assure you I was fully on board with having the metal plate put in. It solved certain problems I'd been dealing with up to that point.
Ford most people die if they have their head messed with like that I'd die here if I had my head messed with like that.
[Now if he could regenerate? That might be a different story. But then again, he's not sure how his body would handle having a metal plate put in like that - would his body try and regenerate around it? Would it reject the plate? The world may never know.
this is how bertolt hoover dies you thought it was some traumatic aot stuff but it was this
[He has only just now realized text is pretty ambiguous. Whoops.]
It was just surprising.
here lies bertolt, killed by blondes and old men
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You have to understand that for the vast majority of my life at any one time I had a grand total of one friend, if that. Knowing so many people here who genuinely enjoy my company and would consider themselves that close to me is difficult to grasp sometimes.
[It makes him have like three whole feelings and he's bad at those]
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I know you said you weren't upset, but|
[They don't have to be upset to be bothered!]
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It doesn't bother me.
If anything, I'm
I'm touched.
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i did mean it.
it's|
there's not really uh|
i didn't have anyone but my dad when i was growing up.
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I had only just regained a family when I was brought here, after decades alone. And I miss them terribly.
It means a lot to know that I have family here as well.
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[Though there's one thing that sticks out--]
what do you mean you were alone for decades though?
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Exactly that. I spent a good portion of my life, nearly thirty years, entirely alone.
[Not that he never met people, or made allies, but allies and friends are not the same thing. Any connection greater than that was fleeting at best, a drop of fresh water in the ocean.]
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[Because if it was, Ford no.]
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The short answer is no. It was not. The longer answer is that I spent a very long time working toward a singular cause and never stayed anywhere long enough to know anyone well enough to consider them a friend, let alone a family member.
Except in one case, but it's unlikely that I will ever see her again.
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Who was she?
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Her name was Jheselbraum. She was an oracle. She had seven eyes and she put a metal plate in my skull.
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wait
she had what and did what
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ford whatttttttt
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He's just going to. Draw some diagrams and send them over as images. The first is a fairly straightforward picture of a human skull with a metal plate in approximately the same place as his own. The second is of a woman with seven eyes, no nose and full lips. She wears a heavy cloak and a piercing expression.]
I assure you I was fully on board with having the metal plate put in. It solved certain problems I'd been dealing with up to that point.
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most people die if they have their head messed with like that
I'd die here if I had my head messed with like that.
[Now if he could regenerate? That might be a different story. But then again, he's not sure how his body would handle having a metal plate put in like that - would his body try and regenerate around it? Would it reject the plate? The world may never know.
And then the second set comes in, and what.]
......she's not human is she
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[For a Ford Pines value of fine.]
And oh no she absolutely is not human.
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I don't get it.
[What possible reason could he have to do that to himself? It's not as if it was for stopping bullets, right?
...Right?
And then a minute or two later;]
was she your girlfriend
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I wasn't with her for nearly long enough to consider
That is, if things had gone differently
No.
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