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.
[Peeking out from behind his fingers for a moment, then they fall away entirely.]
If I told her that, yer ghost would torment me forever — and I'd deserve every minute of it.
[A weak, dumb joke delivered in gruff tones, but he doesn't know how else to field that sort of question when he can barely stand to imagine such an outcome.]
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If I told her that, yer ghost would torment me forever — and I'd deserve every minute of it.
[A weak, dumb joke delivered in gruff tones, but he doesn't know how else to field that sort of question when he can barely stand to imagine such an outcome.]