[He folds his arms across the table, expression turning more serious.]
You told me what happened to yours. [Eventually. Eventually seems like it could be a subtitle to the whole place. You get used to it, eventually. Everyone eventually leaves. Eventually something's going to kill you, or you'll fuck or fuck with the wrong person. It's an edge-of-the-seat exercise in waiting for the worst, and that's not how he likes to live. Things don't go to hell without him putting up a fight. If he's dying and this is somehow the last gasp, he'd like to think he was fighting for just one more.
How to fight this place he hasn't figured out yet. Not the heroics other people talk about but pure, selfish struggle. He's got to get out.
In the meantime, there might be one fight he can win.]
I'll let you pay for the work on mine if you'll let me do something about that.
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[He folds his arms across the table, expression turning more serious.]
You told me what happened to yours. [Eventually. Eventually seems like it could be a subtitle to the whole place. You get used to it, eventually. Everyone eventually leaves. Eventually something's going to kill you, or you'll fuck or fuck with the wrong person. It's an edge-of-the-seat exercise in waiting for the worst, and that's not how he likes to live. Things don't go to hell without him putting up a fight. If he's dying and this is somehow the last gasp, he'd like to think he was fighting for just one more.
How to fight this place he hasn't figured out yet. Not the heroics other people talk about but pure, selfish struggle. He's got to get out.
In the meantime, there might be one fight he can win.]
I'll let you pay for the work on mine if you'll let me do something about that.