you have to let go of the idealized younger version of me that lives in your head or we’re both going to die. [shakes you roughly] do you hear me? we are trapped in the lair of a nostalgia monster who is draining you dry. you must realize that this memory supercut of our brotherhood never existed. [looks at the noble sheen of tears in your eyes and slumps to the ground] we are never making it out of here.


















