║ seventy-fifth stanza ║ video

[mumbled_truth]

[The angle of the camera is upward, from the table in front of the couch upon which Todd is seated. Sullenly, he sits - head downward but eyes up, trailing an unseen figure stalking back and forth across the room in silence. At length, he raises his head, jutting his chin out. There's a tremble to the defiance, but he sets his mouth into a thin line.]

You're wrong.

[He flinches slightly, but doesn't pull back.]

You're not really here, but even if you were, it-- it wouldn't matter. I'm not worthless. I never was.

Comments

[othersdie]

What he says doesn't have an impact on your anymore?

[mumbled_truth]

Well, it does-- I mean, I don't exactly like that my father thinks I'm worthless.

But I don't think he's right.

[othersdie]

Then it doesn't matter what he thinks as long as you know that he's wrong.