Post by Soldier 76 on Aug 27, 2016 1:09:07 GMT
George chuckled. "My mother was a bit of an agnostic, we didn't do much church in the household. She said if there was some big guy in the sky she wasn't about to ask him for help on something she could do herself;" he mused as he leaned back, arm wrapped around Ansell's shoulders. "Real, not real, eh who cares? So long as you can touch it you'll know it's real." He said. "Voice in your head that are telling you what to do can go to hell, and seeing men in mirrors well just remember they can't do anything to you while you're in control of your head." He talked as if from experience. "What do I know, people thought I was scizo for years, but I wasn't so, maybe people just don't get it."
Ansell listened with fascinating, what were they talking about anyway? "Uh...Scizo?" he asked looking from one to the other. "Hear voices?" He glanced to Junkrat. Was he okay? Did he need to see someone? "I go. See doctor. Tell me how. Brain work." He nodded. "Maybe you see."
"Maybe..." George agreed. "Yeah she was a tough ol' bird right up till the day she died she had some poor soul in her spare room. Shame my dad died so early, she coulda used the extra hand," he mused. Military man who died a military death. He Glanced at Ansell, he supposed he wasn't unlike his mother, he had taken Ansell in without question.
George chuckled. "Come on, some people don't mind your quirks, Ansell's pulled a knife on me, broke into my gun safe and pointed a rifle at me, and once came into the shower menacing me with a toothbrush. That last one I'm not sure why though, as there wasn't anything really going on..." he said with a shrug. Oh Ansell knows why, not that he'll say anything of it. "Settling's the wrong word more like "picked you" out of literally millions. Isn't that special?"
Ansell listened with fascinating, what were they talking about anyway? "Uh...Scizo?" he asked looking from one to the other. "Hear voices?" He glanced to Junkrat. Was he okay? Did he need to see someone? "I go. See doctor. Tell me how. Brain work." He nodded. "Maybe you see."
"Maybe..." George agreed. "Yeah she was a tough ol' bird right up till the day she died she had some poor soul in her spare room. Shame my dad died so early, she coulda used the extra hand," he mused. Military man who died a military death. He Glanced at Ansell, he supposed he wasn't unlike his mother, he had taken Ansell in without question.
George chuckled. "Come on, some people don't mind your quirks, Ansell's pulled a knife on me, broke into my gun safe and pointed a rifle at me, and once came into the shower menacing me with a toothbrush. That last one I'm not sure why though, as there wasn't anything really going on..." he said with a shrug. Oh Ansell knows why, not that he'll say anything of it. "Settling's the wrong word more like "picked you" out of literally millions. Isn't that special?"
