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[oh hello hadriel. it's "connor" but this isn't the silly laid back way he normally starts his posts, he looks very serious as he starts talking.]
Man, you guys are collectively the weirdest group of social media users. One day you're asking who ships what the next day you're making vague comments about something horrible someone did once. And it's always, "oh I couldn't possibly tell you what I did, but let me look for emotional support for my vast and intense guilt!" Please. You think you deserve sympathy for that?
[connor laughs, cold and bitter and shakes his head.]
I get it, I do. It's easier to not talk about it. Easier to live on the reputations you've built while you've been here and ask for help based solely on what people know than give up the ghost and actually show them the skeletons in your closet that you're so upset about. Maybe your friends will just imagine you cheated on your significant other once upon a time, or you accidentally lied to your mom, or you did something that, when we tell the whole story, actually sounds like it wasn't your fault at all. The kinds of things good people feel guilty about.
But let's face us - how many of us are actually good people? Why waste our time talking in circles about vague half-truths or covering our obviously deep-seeded issues with superfluous shitposting?
[he clears his throat and is quiet for a moment - dramatic flair, like he's about to drop some real truth bombs. (he is.)]
Here, I'll start: I killed my professor's husband with a group of friends. We covered up the murder like the good little future-lawyers that we are. We did a good job. We'll probably get away with it. Not that I'm likely to find out, since I'm stick here with all of you now.
[he's just going to let that...sink it. better to do it now before people start getting completely paranoid about the doubles than later on. but even if they figure out he's not his original - what does it matter? this wasn't some lie he was fabricating.]
That feels good, getting that out there. Now it's your turn.
Man, you guys are collectively the weirdest group of social media users. One day you're asking who ships what the next day you're making vague comments about something horrible someone did once. And it's always, "oh I couldn't possibly tell you what I did, but let me look for emotional support for my vast and intense guilt!" Please. You think you deserve sympathy for that?
[connor laughs, cold and bitter and shakes his head.]
I get it, I do. It's easier to not talk about it. Easier to live on the reputations you've built while you've been here and ask for help based solely on what people know than give up the ghost and actually show them the skeletons in your closet that you're so upset about. Maybe your friends will just imagine you cheated on your significant other once upon a time, or you accidentally lied to your mom, or you did something that, when we tell the whole story, actually sounds like it wasn't your fault at all. The kinds of things good people feel guilty about.
But let's face us - how many of us are actually good people? Why waste our time talking in circles about vague half-truths or covering our obviously deep-seeded issues with superfluous shitposting?
[he clears his throat and is quiet for a moment - dramatic flair, like he's about to drop some real truth bombs. (he is.)]
Here, I'll start: I killed my professor's husband with a group of friends. We covered up the murder like the good little future-lawyers that we are. We did a good job. We'll probably get away with it. Not that I'm likely to find out, since I'm stick here with all of you now.
[he's just going to let that...sink it. better to do it now before people start getting completely paranoid about the doubles than later on. but even if they figure out he's not his original - what does it matter? this wasn't some lie he was fabricating.]
That feels good, getting that out there. Now it's your turn.

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You don't feel bad about it?
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Not bad enough to go to the cops after all this time.
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Really. [ she does not look convinced. ]
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I've had opportunities. I just never took them. And it's likely that Rebecca is dead because of it.
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Isn't that weird? I think it's weird.
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[ she frowns. ]
You aren't you.
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What are you going to do if people figure out that you can't be trusted? Do you think no one has noticed something weird is going on here?
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So what if they suspect something weird is going on here? So what if I'm not the person you think I am? There's still enough plausibility. And look, you've even confirmed what I've said is true out in the open for everyone to see. You're my best friend, who is going to know better than you?
[yeah so there]
And since we've established that the murder did happen, and that I've been keeping quiet and lying about it this whole time, the suspicion is going to be here long after the weirdness is. You all think I'm just a nice guy. A regular, normal law student. But you're wrong. And if you were wrong about that, how many other secrets could I be keeping from you?
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And if you're Connor? You're so good I can't handle it.
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[not all of us are from the hunger games god]
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[because boy howdy he is happy to share]
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cw; suicide
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