[The bristling stops. Woody even feels a little foolish for misreading what Buzz meant. He didn't want to bring that up unless he had to.]
[What Buzz is talking about is even heavier. It's a conversation toys just don't have, something they try not to question. They try not to think critically about the lack of control over their own lives because the answers at the end of every line of questioning are quite frankly a little depressing.]
[It takes some times to find the words. He works his jaw a few times and nothing comes out at first.]
What can we do? It's either living the way we do where we don't have much control or living in secret as lost toys. Either way is still in secret. Either way is hard somehow.
That's all there is. We can't ever...ever talk to them. You know how humans get, they get afraid at things, and when they're afraid they get angry. And if we can't ever be seen, we can't ever have some of the things they have.
[He gestures towards the door, towards Bonnie.]
If they knew we were alive all this time they might...get rid of every toy there is. And all the kids that didn't know we were alive would look back on their childhoods as something scary, and they'll think about any toys they threw away or accidentally broke and...
[It'd hurt them all, toys and kids and adults remembering their childhood.]
And if anything made to be a toy comes alive - [He lightly knocks a spurred boot at the trash can, pointing out Forky] what if they stopped making us at all? And kids never had us again?
[He breathes in a deep breath into lungs that aren't real, the habit probably dreamed into them.]
I don't have any answers, Buzz. All I know is we have to find meaning and good we can do for others, toy and human, wherever we can. Even if it's hard. Even if there are things we can't control. Even if sometimes our choices aren't really the ones we want.
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[What Buzz is talking about is even heavier. It's a conversation toys just don't have, something they try not to question. They try not to think critically about the lack of control over their own lives because the answers at the end of every line of questioning are quite frankly a little depressing.]
[It takes some times to find the words. He works his jaw a few times and nothing comes out at first.]
What can we do? It's either living the way we do where we don't have much control or living in secret as lost toys. Either way is still in secret. Either way is hard somehow.
That's all there is. We can't ever...ever talk to them. You know how humans get, they get afraid at things, and when they're afraid they get angry. And if we can't ever be seen, we can't ever have some of the things they have.
[He gestures towards the door, towards Bonnie.]
If they knew we were alive all this time they might...get rid of every toy there is. And all the kids that didn't know we were alive would look back on their childhoods as something scary, and they'll think about any toys they threw away or accidentally broke and...
[It'd hurt them all, toys and kids and adults remembering their childhood.]
And if anything made to be a toy comes alive - [He lightly knocks a spurred boot at the trash can, pointing out Forky] what if they stopped making us at all? And kids never had us again?
[He breathes in a deep breath into lungs that aren't real, the habit probably dreamed into them.]
I don't have any answers, Buzz. All I know is we have to find meaning and good we can do for others, toy and human, wherever we can. Even if it's hard. Even if there are things we can't control. Even if sometimes our choices aren't really the ones we want.