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look out the window. the stars are going to start singing.

you haven’t finished your breakfast, little bunny.

is it going to hurt like lots?

you see, there’s nothing to be scared of.

hang on. and we’re off!

and after that, it’s nap time.

i’m feeling sick.

so little hero, let’s see your hand.

oh, hey, don’t worry. come on, my bunny.

you’re not hurt, are you?

that’s my boy, that’s great!

you can climb on my back.

calm down, bunny.

see, it wasn’t that bad, you’re already better now.

hey, little rabbit, it’s bath time.

besides, i’m not a little kid anymore. i can’t play all the time.

you’re all muddy.

careful, because a deal’s a deal, you know.

i’m not sleepy at all.

we’ll build a super castle. that way, we’ll be super safe.

i have a surprise for you.

don’t be discouraged, my little bunny.

did you hurt your knees?

let’s pass the ball around.

ouch. it doesn’t look easy.

no way. monsters don’t really exist.

all right, then. first one to laugh loses.

well, well, looks like you’re in tip top shape.

please open your mouth, stick out your tongue, and say, ah.

you’re too small.

if that’s how it’s going to be, i’m not playing anymore.

you slept outside?

i’ve got some chewing gum.

you see, there was no need to worry.

well, what’s going on, my little rabbit?

no, i really, really hurt myself. ouch.

but you’re cheating, you can’t do that.

save me from what? i don’t need saving.

the secret is look straight ahead. whatever you do, don’t look down at your feet.

you’re playing hide and seek by yourself?

wait, wait, follow me.

i found what you were looking for.

let’s rest for a minute, okay?

when the tomatoes get bigger, a little elf comes and paints them all red.

i’m not going to have a good night.

okay, you win. you can come out of your hiding place now.

you know, you were really brave today and i’m really proud of you.

anyway, it’s time for your snack.

then, you’ll be able to swim by yourself, like a grown-up.

oh, my costume is all broken.

yum, yum, yum. i’m so hungry.

but don’t wander too far, all right?

let’s go and look over there.

it’s not a ghost, it’s me.

why don’t you want to talk to me anymore?

i’m so scared, i’m so scared.

oh, don’t sulk. here, i’ll give you a hand.

you’re actually really nice, you know.

why do you always have to be the boss?

oh, dear. oh, dear.

i hurt my hand in the big tree.

i’m never going to do it if you keep being noisy.

it’s like pulling teeth, trying to get anything out of you.

i’m so sorry, did i give you a fright?

i won’t say a thing. my lips are sealed and all that.

you don’t approve.

all it needed was a good cleaning and a bit of a nudge to spring back into life.

do you talk at all?

i’m sorry. i should’ve told you.

you know, you’ve nothing to fear from me.

i probably have too much time on my hands.

it’s like a city of fireworks that have all exploded at once.

and in a second, your life can change.

well? will you fucking answer me?

i’m going for a walk. i’ll see you later.

in the middle of the journey of life, i was in a dark wood, for i had lost the true path.

you do know what you’re doing? just asking.

made it in life, me.

i trusted you!

have you ever seen a leaf fall off a tree?

just because somebody blames you or pushes you away, doesn’t mean you should give up.

that sound familiar? ringing any bells?

we’ll get you sorted, all in good time.

you’ve done too much to me. there’s no more to give.

i don’t think i like where this is going.

what was all that mumbo-jumbo on the phone about?

don’t shake your head at me like that, you prick.

what’s the panic?

you wait here for me.

sorry for your trouble, you know, that’s all.

i hear you get nightmares. you know any cure for that?

you need to talk to someone, you can talk to me.

we’re always talking about down the road. down the road, we’ll be happy. down the road, it’ll be perfect. but it never is.

don’t shout at me.

jesus, what is it now?

i’ll be straight up with you. i don’t give a shit about anyone, man.

you’re a fucking hypocrite, you know.

this is bullshit.

come here to me, sweetheart.

cops are gonna be all over this.

how come you know all this shit?

come here to me, buddy. you’re all right.

you’re not cut out for the life you’re leading.

relax, i’ll be back in an hour.

well, the body has experienced a trauma. body and mind are connected.

what do you keep smiling for?

these are whopping nuggets. think they’re made with real chicken.

it’s good to see you, pal.

you’re always wanting to blow shit up, aren’t you?

you’re gonna have to disappear.

and i asked you and you lied to me, swore blind you didn’t.

fuck off, will you? don’t be annoying me.

i’m in a bind, man. i’m in a fucking bind.

do you understand? that’s trauma.

hey! i’m in fucking heels here.

you’re gonna be all right, mate. okay? you’re gonna be all right.

you should’ve come to me before.

you’ll be late for your own funeral if you don’t watch it.

you should see your face. you thought i was serious?

you don’t think it matters ‘cause – ‘cause if someone was a bad person, but it does.

it’s all bullshit, you know. i’m so fucking tired all the time.

look, take my hand, go on.

listen, have a think about it, yeah?

call the cops. cops come. they don’t come. they never come.

all i know is it’s better to love, it’s better to love.

well, whatever you want to be you always sabotage yourself.

it ain’t bullshit. you’re bullshit.

i was thinking that you look familiar.

can’t explain it. some force beyond me.

but love terrors are such little terrors, aren’t they?

you’re an ass.

look, i don’t want you to have any illusions about me, though.

these are real people. this is how the world is.

i always look forward to seeing you.

to think you got mixed up with some joker like that.

you ever got lost coming to these little out-of-the-way towns?

it was all for you, not me.

i really fucked up tonight.

you’re on friendly terms. maybe even loving terms.

anyway, i don’t give a good fuck what you do. i don’t know why i put up with you.

don’t be an ass.

they can kill you over love as well as politics.

well, i’m shy as the devil too.

do you really think we’re birds of the same feather?

at first i thought we’d work things out, you know. i guess i thought it.

aw, you got plenty of time to rest and freshen up.

i started to write you a romantic letter, you know, but i never did. i started to call you, but i didn’t do that either.

i hardly knew what fucking country i was in most of the fucking time.

you’re just saying that. you know i like to hear you tell me that i’m good.

this is the truth of it. the knife fell out.

why should i mind? you’re looking out for me, right?

the future isn’t set in stone. that’s what i always tell myself.

i’m sick of this! i’m sick of all of this!

it’s pretty old. be careful.

hold on to this. this anger. okay?

don’t worry. you’ll feel much better in the morning.

it’s okay, (name), it’s okay.

promise you’ll come and save me.  

got all the time in the world. 

don’t play dumb with me.

the thing is, this place isn’t safe now. i’m gonna take you somewhere safer, okay?

just try to hang on.

even if we’re not actually related, we’re still a family. a real family, in all the ways that matter.

almost there, (name). we’re almost there.

like they say. the only one who’ll look out for you is you.

now turn that thing off and let’s get you to bed, huh?

every day i went, to wait and to pray.

you owe me a pizza.

i’m sorry, honey. i wish i didn’t have to. i wish i could be with you all the time, i really do.

did you have a bad dream?

another day, another struggle. climbing stairs is so much trouble. 

your friend fought a house?

today’s your unlucky day, ‘cause i never miss.

we’re cool. everything’s cool. 

there is no room for sentiment or guilt.

what’s that weird, sweet smell? and why do i feel so dizzy?

mister first class. first class asshole!

everyone on tv’s talking about it.

c’mon. aren’t you worried what might happen in there?

i’ve fought scarier things in my sleep.

that’s what heroes do. they save people.

‘’monster burger‘’? they use monster meat!?

about that. we should talk. outside. 

i miss it. the steel sky.

you’ll come back, right?

goddamn you! goddamn you all!

what the – you okay, buddy?

you should head back to seventh heaven, meet up with the gang.

band’s back together.

it’s stupid. i know that crying’s a waste of time.

for real, though, we need to talk victory poses. 

promise me. don’t let it be for nothing.

i sometimes have to do bad things.

some believe the promised land to be a myth. others, an allegory of sorts.

i’ll march through the streets singing your praises – even on an empty stomach.

if you’re about to unburden yourself, don’t. 

a whole lot of normal people with families and friends work for shinra. people just trying to support their loved ones as best they can. i know it’s not exactly a revelation, but it’s easy to forget.

you made it. though, i might not.

okay. and then we kill the son of a bitch.

it was a lot to deal with, but we were happy.

the news is just another shinra mouthpiece.

you hear that suit? shinra creed my ass. 

is it our destiny to defy destiny? it’s an interesting question.

been thinking. was all that necessary?

i know i need to let go, but i can’t. i need closure, ‘cause without it, i’ll never be able to move on. 

always happy to help stick it to shinra.

but through suffering, you will grow strong. isn’t that what you want?

i’ll be fine. you’ve seen how much ass i can kick. 

even when you’re all alone, don’t you hear voices whispering secrets?

careful now. that which lies ahead does not yet exist.

i know we have to think big if we’re going to make a difference, but not like this.

oh, jeez, (name), if you could see the look on your face...

it’s a miracle you’ve managed to stay alive this long.

what, you some kind of purist? 

it was us. we did this. 

mako’s the essence of life itself. of memory and hope.

just like you. so suck it up, ‘cause i’m not leaving.

okay. now i’m mad.

the hell kind of ‘’research‘’ is this.

once the lights come on, it’s go time.

yeah, have you heard the phrase ‘’living hand to mouth‘’? 

gotta do my part to clear the path before you steal the show.

get your ass behind cover! now!

this place is scary in a lot of ways.

this had better not get in the way of our plans.

crazy-ass thing made me wanna puke. and not just ‘cause of the presentation, but the content too.

go in through the back door when the coast is clear.

got your lethal force right here, asshole! 

it’s a shame you won’t get to try the midgar special. you would’ve really liked it.

find something you enjoy and stick with it. put your heart and soul into getting better. it’s as simple as that.

with your help, we won’t need luck.

they took everything from us. again.

so i got an idea. frontal assault. guns blazing. make for a good story.

i wanted someone to take care of, to love.

the last thing you need right now is to be on your own.

hey, sweetheart, it’s me.

i have hurt the people who care about me most by trying to protect them.

you always worry about me, don’t you?

no one has ever given me a miracle before.

is that really too much to want? for everything to be normal.

i know you didn’t want to be here anymore for that moment, but what about me? what am i supposed to do without you?

you’re my best friend and no one is closer to me on earth than you.

all i want is for you to be ok. it’s only a little thing. in the grand scheme of things, wanting for a quiet, kind, beautiful little boy who hasn’t ever hurt anyone to be ok doesn’t seem too much to want.

you had all these people around you who would take care of you, and you would survive.

scarred. mostly broken. but we survive. and then we start to rebuild ourselves.

i’ll miss you, of course i will, but i want you to stop fighting this if it’s hurting you. i never want you to be in any pain.

it’s very easy to talk about things only mattering if you let them when you’re in a position of privilege.

i wanted, i needed, lots of little bubbles of perfect memories. they were important.

we’re never the same, but we do rebuild ourselves. because something like this is just another way in which we change. we all have to change

it’s a true story. it’s a story about me.

i should have noticed the signs.

i love you. i’m sorry. i’m so sorry i didn’t tell you before.

is there a word for feeling nothing?

you’ll spend today being quiet and still. you will take naps.

pneumonia. that’s a sickness in the lungs.

you need your rest.

shh. settle down. it’s over. you’re fine.

have some breakfast. you haven’t eaten.

my arm hurts. it really hurts. and my head.

you get to be guarded now. you get to feel safe.

but i’m very hurt and very hungry.

you can know things all you like, but that doesn’t mean you believe them.

don’t move. help’s coming. you’re going to be okay.

you’ve been very strong your whole life.

i banged my head and broke my arm.

you’re so quiet. i know it’s a shock. what are you thinking?

it’s a friendship present.

you can know things all you like, and someday you might believe them.

however you feel is fine.

but don’t you have any family left?

i know you don’t understand, but i think someday you will.

you look awful. you need to take care of yourself.

you’ll be lucky if you haven’t hurt your recovery.

how badly does it hurt?

it was very scary, but everything’s fine.

do you carry the words around like a key or change?

i said, ‘’love is waiting and better days.‘’

sons are like birds flying upwards over the mountain.

you’re an angry blade and you're brave. but you’re all alone.

and the earth is warmer when you laugh.

we’re both looking for a light in the window of a house. 

i’ll love you that way. 

but those sad souvenirs, they end at the fence line and disappear.

leave me alone, but just don’t leave me here, alright?

some call it talking blues. some call it bitter truth.

with only hope in your pocket and hell to pay.

you never tussle with a giant till you can hit him right between the eyes.  

where we break when our hearts are strong enough.    

mine are sinning hands on a broken windowpane.

when you dream, you’re back home.

daddy’s ghost behind you.

sing me the softest heart i’ve ever heard.  

and cold water for my swollen black eye.

tell me where all this love fits in the world.

let’s say it like the sunrise when it’s talking to the fog.

that sound is loud inside us.

it’s a cold, cold place in the arms of a thief.

time isn’t kind or unkind, you liked to say.     

papa died smiling.

where the faces of our family and friends go on and on.

for all the love you’ve left behind, you can have mine.      

we can weep and call it singing.

who the hell can see forever? 

it’s just too heavy for a superman to lift.

you’re the prayer inside me.

i wouldn’t think too much about this if i were you. it’s not good to hurt like that.

how come your feet are cut and scratched like that?

sometimes i wonder if all mothers have to go through this.

you need a haircut.

do you think god heard my prayer?

i don’t like to see my little boy hurt like this.

you should’ve come home.

it’s just your way of fighting back.

why don’t you go to bed and get a good night’s sleep.

my poor little boy.

i may be wrong, but i call it love. the deepest kind of love.

there’s more to an education than just reading and writing. 

it’s a shame that people all over the world can’t have love like that in their hearts.

well, what’s so strange about that?

it’s nothing but a sprained ankle.

do you feel better now?

you bet your boots you can.

something busted loose inside me and i cried a little, too.

if i didn’t know any better, i’d swear you weren’t sleeping well.

what do you want to do that for? i’m not sick.

oh, i’m a little tired and sleepy, otherwise i’m fine.

i know this seems terrible and i know how it hurts, but at one time or another, everyone suffers.

when you’re older, you’ll understand better.

why, you’re worse than a baby. at least they have a little sense.

take a breath. look at me. 

you were gonna leave me? without a word? 

i haven’t had a chance to talk to you all day. 

my head gets fucked up sometimes. 

it makes you feel alone, you know, hurting somebody.

do you want me to leave you alone? 

i just gotta get my head right. catch a nice, long sleep. 

it’s three in the morning. where have you been? 

go ahead, sit down. 

it just needed to be said, that’s all.

a fucking tragedy. 

it’s gonna hurt like hell when it does.

did you ever think about how just one little choice could change a whole life? 

we bury our sins here, (name). we wash them clean. 

who the fuck knows?

i’m tired of wishing things made sense. 

this guy tried to mug me, and i swung on him and he sliced me.

what happened to your hand?

that’s the way it should be, nobody to bother you in this life. no one fucking with you or your loved ones. 

ways you can manage to hurt yourself, right?

days are just good for sleeping through. 

there was blood everywhere. 

tough night?

no more lies, no more secrets.

you must be lonesome over here by yourself.

so you got out.

i don’t go away if you ignore me.

is it all right for me to love you?

you sat there looking angry and disgusted, and i was afraid you’d given up on me altogether.

please don’t walk away from me.

the day you’re sorry for anything...

you’re better. you’re gaining weight finally.

it wasn’t hate.

as little as possible.

no being rescued, no waking up in a hospital later.

all right, be quiet.

it used to scare me when i was little.

i want you to be safe, too.

you should have thought about that before you got into the fight.

good. you need it. when did you last sleep?

do you ever get afraid?

you shrink with age, you know, like dried fruit.

i hope they find the bastard.

what’s a little dirt between friends?

people don’t like snoopers.

it was a great responsibility, but we shouldered it quite happily.

you weren’t content with the stories, with what they wrote on the walls.

it was a good bone to chew over, though.

things that happen. things you can’t control.

since when has police procedure made sense?

down the hall. turn left and left again. 

that’s why the officers are armed.

be gentle.

like a fucking rat.

so why’s it so important, anyhow?

you can only cover so many scars with a beard.

don’t waste your energy. it’s going to be a long night.

i gave up praying the morning my father died.

nobody tells me what to do. nobody.

i saw my mother. large as life.

why do they tell lies like that?

you’ve got the resources. dig around.

i have love in my heart.

you look tired, (name). you need some rest.

come on, let me run you a bath. get some food in you and lie down.

maybe you should shut that window and sit down. nothing but trouble out there.

cat got your tongue?

need some help.

yeah, flesh wound.

stop lying.

i can’t thank you enough.

pray with me, right now.

my way has been rough, but i can’t complain because i brought it on myself.

you’re just messing with me.

shhh. did you hear that?

it won’t be easy, that’s for sure.

that’s a terrible story.

sooner or later some shit’s gonna explode.

i’m going to tell you a couple of things about me.

better mind your own doorstep and quit creeping around mine.

why would god hurt me in order to help me?

you should ask yourself about that.

i don’t have to think to do that. it comes from my soul.

why are you laughing? we got a serious situation here. 

shut up or i’ll call the zombies.