Memories have always come so suddenly, in overwhelming and distracting flashes of insight. This one arrives smooth and even, less a vision and more something truly being recalled from his own thoughts.
The lights blind him for an instant, heart rocketing to his throat as he yells. Then there's a blur of motion, barely staying upright as they skid into sod and mud on the side of the road. He gasps for air.
Why does he let this keep happening? "Why do you always decide what's important?" Doesn't he know what he values for himself?
"Because I'm your manager, and you're just some spaced out kid." Realization burns a pit of anger in his gut. Marty doesn't care. Marty hasn't ever cared. "I'm going to take you into the city, and you're going to play, and you're going to like it." He won't. This isn't what matters. This isn't ever what has mattered. What he cares about is... "Maybe you'll even make me some money for once..."
What he cares about is people.
"Get out of my van."
"Sit down, Greg."
It's foolish, it's careless, it will ruin everything he's worked towards up to this point, it may not even get him close to her... but at least it's real.
"I said, GET OUT OF MY VAN!"
The influence of Virgo, the stress of his deal and potential betrayal, the guilt of Sans' capture... all of them have weighed heavily on Greg's psyche, rendering him too frightened and weary to think straight. There's a lot of damage to his spirit for Stella to undo.
When her boon is given, it's as though he's had blinders taken off. Knots and tangles in his thoughts are undone, revealing to him understanding of options he'd unconsciously locked out. The knowledge of what he's done, of what's happening to him and his friends, still weighs heavy and inescapable on his mind, but it no longer hangs over his eyes and hides the ways to move forward.
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The lights blind him for an instant, heart rocketing to his throat as he yells. Then there's a blur of motion, barely staying upright as they skid into sod and mud on the side of the road. He gasps for air.
Why does he let this keep happening? "Why do you always decide what's important?" Doesn't he know what he values for himself?
"Because I'm your manager, and you're just some spaced out kid." Realization burns a pit of anger in his gut. Marty doesn't care. Marty hasn't ever cared. "I'm going to take you into the city, and you're going to play, and you're going to like it." He won't. This isn't what matters. This isn't ever what has mattered. What he cares about is... "Maybe you'll even make me some money for once..."
What he cares about is people.
"Get out of my van."
"Sit down, Greg."
It's foolish, it's careless, it will ruin everything he's worked towards up to this point, it may not even get him close to her... but at least it's real.
"I said, GET OUT OF MY VAN!"
The influence of Virgo, the stress of his deal and potential betrayal, the guilt of Sans' capture... all of them have weighed heavily on Greg's psyche, rendering him too frightened and weary to think straight. There's a lot of damage to his spirit for Stella to undo.
When her boon is given, it's as though he's had blinders taken off. Knots and tangles in his thoughts are undone, revealing to him understanding of options he'd unconsciously locked out. The knowledge of what he's done, of what's happening to him and his friends, still weighs heavy and inescapable on his mind, but it no longer hangs over his eyes and hides the ways to move forward.