[Quietly, he buries his hand against his own face, fingers outlining his eyepatch. Sacrifices, sacrifices, amounting to nothing, and nowhere to return to.]
So you see some fucking depressed man, is that it?
[He isn't even trying to bite with words. He's just exhausted and drunk and sad.]
does it take two clowns to have a circus
So you see some fucking depressed man, is that it?
[He isn't even trying to bite with words. He's just exhausted and drunk and sad.]