"ain't a fffUCKIN S...RENgth complex! 'S FUCKIN... do things m'self. NOT LIKE THEM. Not... good enough... CEPT WHEN I'M THE--" No. Nope. Not going there. He's not nearly that high. "Jus... DON'T WANNA... miss... you..." Those last words are mumbled to be near inaudible. He doesn't want to miss the old Mituna he means. Or really, he just doesn't want that wound torn over and over.
But it's something. They're talking. He can just listen. Not try and keep grounded by means of scriptures again, it all being the first and last he always goes to.
He has to admit, he like Sam's story a bit more though. It's an actual story, and something what gets on amusing. He actually laughs a little, though winds up becoming a cough and a grit of teeth.
"HA, SHIT. Soun's like... you had some fuckin time of it... SAD I MISSED OUT. I'll have to catch that shit later... WHEN WE'RE BACK." He doesn't say 'if'. He never says 'if'.
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But it's something. They're talking. He can just listen. Not try and keep grounded by means of scriptures again, it all being the first and last he always goes to.
He has to admit, he like Sam's story a bit more though. It's an actual story, and something what gets on amusing. He actually laughs a little, though winds up becoming a cough and a grit of teeth.
"HA, SHIT. Soun's like... you had some fuckin time of it... SAD I MISSED OUT. I'll have to catch that shit later... WHEN WE'RE BACK." He doesn't say 'if'. He never says 'if'.