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Rep functioned on a very short term basis and as it had been so long since he'd last run into Melvin, he had all but forgotten what exactly he was angry at him about. Rep's temper like a searing hot lump of steel cooled over time, and it had cooled quite a long time ago as far as Melvin was concerned.

Not that it meant it wasn't incredibly easy to set him off again but, for the moment, he seemed in a rather decent sort of mood.

Collecting Rin's possessions was something he was glad he'd been entrusted with, knowing he would have been furious if it had been left in the hands of anyone else.

"Aye, well good." Rep said, eyeing the boxes. The room itself didn't smell like Melvin either, not just his usual spotlessly clean smells but some other mingled ones. He set the thought aside. "I'll keep them with the other stuff I have from her, it'll all be safe and stored. Is this all of it?"

Rep liked free s**t as a general rule, in fact the only thing that he liked more was sentimental things. Being offered both was a dream come true. He gathered up a box of his own, determined to have a look through them later when he was on his own to think about what he was doing rather than opening them around Melvin and potentially upsetting both of them.

"Me?" he said.

"I'm... eh I'm all right. And aye, I did." he looked momentarily serious. "Apparently I wanted to stop being me so much that I was willing to give up everything to have it. It was weird, weird because I was ******** happier without it all. The only thing I was lacking was Ace, but even then he still loved me." he shrugged.

"Either way, in the end I chose to be me. So now I'm back to that, just with memories of how much better my life might have been if I'd never had my childhood or ever come to Deus. Basically the same old bullshit. I'm still Rep, I'm still me and I get on with it. What about you?"

And he looked around the room curiously. "Living with someone?" he asked.

"Circe." he said bluntly.

"And I don't know man. I feel kind of the same way about it. There seems to be like, a lot of people on this island who value like...no who someone actually IS but who they think they should be. I mean, its ******** chilling like. That version of me like, it wasn't me. It was someone elses ******** past wearing my skin, living in the shape of my brain. It wasn't me. And yet people are always like, every time they are like good. This is an improvement. " he found a soothing routine in picking up the boxes.

"It's a horrible feeling man, cause to me like its the same as you, I feel like I'm me, me with all my flaws and history and bullshit and like. It really hurts when I think that people are my mates, that they'll back me up when I'm in trouble and yet when I like, lose it, when I lose myself or whatever and am in like, the most trouble. They don't care, they welcome like some other me with open arms like well its better than him. It's always better than him." He sighed. "It gets me down, it really really does, don't get me wrong, I just try and put a smiling face on it because if I show people what hurts me then I don't know, they'll do it all the more." It made him feel nauseous to think about it, because in spite of himself and the nastiness he turned outwards at his peers he wanted their approval and wanted in some twisted up and helpless way to be able to depend on them. And yet he couldn't because they were all so very very ******** tired and weary, he could feel it, they just wanted him to stop and be no more hassle.

He couldn't fall into line though and he never could. "I cannae fixate on it." he said, and he couldn't, because it would only drag him even further into paranoia and mistrust of the people he wanted to try and trust. Instead he tried to focus on Melvin's life instead.

"Jan?" he asked distantly. The name was familiar.

And sunk in. "********, I forgot. You are living with that old ******** pale creep? What the ******** man, you had taste before. And Rodney?! The ******** bible thumper? What? Why?"

"No s**t the guy's a ******** creep." Rep said, giving Melvin a look as if he was completely crazy. "He tried to kill his old ******** boyfriend and cut off his finger, seems to be creeping on America like crazy and is - I don't know if I mentioned - ******** old and ******** weird."

He shuddered at the thought of Melvin being infested by such a strange ******** tapeworm of a man, but there wasn't much he could do either.

"And well I guess if Rodney and Janrence are your ideal roommates then whatever. Who am I to say otherwise?"

As far at the old argument they'd had went, Rep shrugged his shoulders. "It doesn't matter." And it didn't. Melvin had gone off on his own tangent and as usual Rep had found a way to lock up his grief and hurt and twist it into anger, using it to fuel him. "Grief does weird things to people." Other people, not him. He didn't grieve, he didn't need to. He watched people die, his mother, Killzone, Clarice, Rin and he was fine.

He was fine, he was absolutely ******** fine.

"It doesn't matter, I understand." and he waved it off hurriedly, pushing away from the memories of hurt and pain as if opening that door might overwhelm him with all the other horrors he had locked away alongside it.

"I don't really want to talk about it." he said. "Short of that I picked her up and let her into my head. I had to be rescued. It was shitty, but it's over now."

Lawrence, meanwhile was in the bedroom, and was listening indifferently to the conversation out in the living area, looking up only when he was described as "******** old" before looking back to his book again.

Rep still gave Melvin a puzzled sort of look. "So why do you have a squatter? Is there a reason for it? Or it just some like help adopt a hobo initiative that I didnae get the memo about? Because if it is, I don't want one, I want my ******** room to be my own ******** room. Nae random missionaries crashing on my ******** couch." he shook his head. "Your life is all kinds of ******** up."

"As far as ******** Horace, you are like they had their "own" weird relationship like its something totally separate and nothing to do with you, but its the same guy. What makes you think that he won't just ******** do the same things to you? He's ******** crazy, especially if America is anything to like, be going on with. She's always like he was fine right up until where he wasn't and that he like killed people just to ******** her over. How do you know he hasn't killed people to hurt you?" he shook his head deciding it was a lost battle already given Melvin's tone and went on.

"Whatever. Anyway I've like. No done much, nae missions, just ******** snow. Which I like. Went cliff diving the other day. So manly like, nude diving in the snowy cold."