[ Did she just...? Well shit, if there's free drinks, top him off! Apparently it's a drinking kind of night, so let's drink. ]
I wish it was that easy. [ He's not whining about his lot in life (or afterlife, whatever), honest. It's the mechanics of the thing. ] I don't want to think about who I was most of the time. It's like... [ Does he even have enough life experience to come up with an analogy here? ] Like walking across a bridge and trying really hard not to think about jumping off. The thought's there, you're just ignoring it so hard it might as well not exist.
[ Like his scars. Like his hair and eyes. Like the fact that he's still sure she knew him, and does that mean Cho knew him too? ]
Most of the time, it works. [ But sometimes it doesn't. ]
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I wish it was that easy. [ He's not whining about his lot in life (or afterlife, whatever), honest. It's the mechanics of the thing. ] I don't want to think about who I was most of the time. It's like... [ Does he even have enough life experience to come up with an analogy here? ] Like walking across a bridge and trying really hard not to think about jumping off. The thought's there, you're just ignoring it so hard it might as well not exist.
[ Like his scars. Like his hair and eyes. Like the fact that he's still sure she knew him, and does that mean Cho knew him too? ]
Most of the time, it works. [ But sometimes it doesn't. ]