[He is trying very hard to follow his previous order to himself, but by god, he will achieve some semblance of his composure. For the moment, however, his hand remains where it is, the opposite curled into a fist tight enough his nails threaten to draw blood. Perhaps he's hoping the mild pain might give him some clarity to cut through whatever this is.]
There is always a way forward, no matter what I have to do.
[It... sounds a bit darker than the sort of determination Scott is referring to, but there's something desperate to it, too. He can recognize it in his own voice, and neither of these are things he'd put on display quite so easily. There's the addition of some notable anger, another typically restrained emotion, in his following words:]
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There is always a way forward, no matter what I have to do.
[It... sounds a bit darker than the sort of determination Scott is referring to, but there's something desperate to it, too. He can recognize it in his own voice, and neither of these are things he'd put on display quite so easily. There's the addition of some notable anger, another typically restrained emotion, in his following words:]
What has been done to me?