[Juno arrives at the afterparty with a bottle of whiskey, to no one's surprise. He spends most of his time sitting with his legs hanging off the edge of the train station, lost in thought. On the one hand, he's thankful that the Narrator sacrificed himself, in a way, but at the price of an innocent life. It was the damn trolley problem, as he had said.
Lord, he hates thinking too much about moral dilemmas. He's going to take a long swig of whiskey, staring out into the distance. Want to distract him?]
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Lord, he hates thinking too much about moral dilemmas. He's going to take a long swig of whiskey, staring out into the distance. Want to distract him?]