[Constantine nods, carefully entering the room. After a moment, he moves to look at the container with his corresponding number on it--#13.]
Lucky me.
[Luck? You want to talk about luck? There's nothing lucky about you surviving this long--no, everyone else had to take the fall for you. They are consumed, eviscerated just by straying into your orbit. Parasite. Leech--
He opens the door and peaks in. As predicted, the compartment is empty. He turns back to face Flayn, and, after a pause, decides to sit cross-legged on the ground. Why not?]
I take it the Captain's will has not been kind to you, particularly.
[Evidenced by her literally screaming at the air. I would've thought that you would've already figured out that no matter what you do, you'll always fail, fail, fail--]
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Lucky me.
[Luck? You want to talk about luck? There's nothing lucky about you surviving this long--no, everyone else had to take the fall for you. They are consumed, eviscerated just by straying into your orbit. Parasite. Leech--
He opens the door and peaks in. As predicted, the compartment is empty. He turns back to face Flayn, and, after a pause, decides to sit cross-legged on the ground. Why not?]
I take it the Captain's will has not been kind to you, particularly.
[Evidenced by her literally screaming at the air. I would've thought that you would've already figured out that no matter what you do, you'll always fail, fail, fail--]