i wanna tell you a story. ain't got no characters in it but me. i wanna sing you a sad song. most of it i don't expect you to believe. it starts off just the whiskey and wine, miles of travel and some real good times. but it ends in a dark corridor, and there ain't no windows and there ain't no doors.
Fine, a hundred times! A thousand times! Whatever you want, Severa, okay?!
[Deep, struggling breaths to make himself calm the hell down. He's already ashamed of himself for losing control and crying — ugh, why did he have to be such an overemotional loser? That sort of person couldn't help anyone, couldn't keep those he cared about safe and happy.]
It ain't the truth until ya stop breathin'. [He manages to sound firm about this, despite the recent sobbing outburst.] You're still alive, and we got a good chance at makin' sure ya stay that way.
[Optimism from Brady? More likely than you think.]
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[Deep, struggling breaths to make himself calm the hell down. He's already ashamed of himself for losing control and crying — ugh, why did he have to be such an overemotional loser? That sort of person couldn't help anyone, couldn't keep those he cared about safe and happy.]
It ain't the truth until ya stop breathin'. [He manages to sound firm about this, despite the recent sobbing outburst.] You're still alive, and we got a good chance at makin' sure ya stay that way.
[Optimism from Brady? More likely than you think.]