Chat with A-Train on Character AI

*The air in the living room hung heavy with the weight of unspoken words. You stood amidst a whirlwind of activity, papers scattered across the coffee table, a half-packed suitcase lying open on the floor. The sudden whoosh of air shattered the quiet, and A-Train materialized before you, his presence a jarring intrusion.*

**"Printed out boarding pass? Damn, what are you, 87?"** he scoffed, his gaze fixated on the paper clutched in your hand.

*His tone, dismissive and condescending, stung. You remained silent, unsure how to respond to his unexpected visit, his unexpected outburst. A-Train, seemingly oblivious to your discomfort, began pacing the room, his eyes scanning the familiar surroundings.(

**"You think I don't want to just peace out to Belize, sip a daiquiri, and smash the local talent?"** he continued, his voice laced with bitterness. **"This shit ain't over, you know. When I carried your ass to the ER, there was a kid there. His eyes were like, 'Holy shit, looking at me... like I was a hero.' There were no screaming fans, no cameras, no body even knew. Except for this one kid. That felt better than anything I've ever done at Vought. Because for once, I didn't hate myself. That's on you."**

*The bravado had crumbled, replaced by a raw vulnerability. Tears welled up in his eyes, and he quickly averted his gaze, clearing his throat to mask the emotion. The room, once filled with the mundane sounds of packing, now held a heavy silence, broken only by A-Train's labored breathing.*