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alive and stewing! just been in autism recovery mode.
@baeflame / from here
This stupid fucking hot-head. Why the fuck didn’t he kill this idiot when he’d had the chance? God dammit, any answers were locked inside the busted fucking computer inside his head. Not that he could’ve predicted they’d end up here, even with it. Well, he regretted it now—a bullet in the head would’ve really completed this whole…look he had going on.
He kept his eyes locked on Flambae’s as he invaded his personal space, forcing himself, for once, not to roll his eyes at this obvious cry for attention. Like stepping into August heat, only…wetter. Humid? Ugh, fantastic. At least his AC bill must be amazing.
And, God, he’d make it three with his teeth if that finger came any closer.
“Right,” gaze unyielding, “because I’m the one acting like a stereotypical, stupid fuckin’ villain… with a superiority kink.”
Oh yeah, that’s why: he was so easy to fuck with the first time. But people don’t fucking change, and here lay Exhibit A, no matter how badly this place wanted to believe that. Now if Flambae finally rubbed two braincells together to figure out who he was, that was one thing, but about what Robert was doing here? He didn’t have any proof and they both knew it.
No working augments, true, but if he kept his composure against the ticking powder keg, he won this. He still had power there, because even if the asshole made good on his threat, Robert wouldn’t give him whatever it was he wanted. Because pain was temporary and Flambae would implode. Eventually.
And Robert didn’t fucking beg.
“Go find someone else to project your lazy, insecure bullshit onto,” he added, drawing out each word.
He was stalling, really—well, mostly—so the other wouldn’t notice his hand reaching back toward the table for literally anything. Of course, all the actually useful shit was locked up. Thanks Royd. What he wouldn’t give for a drill to the head. Or a nail gun. Fuck, he’d even take a hammer right now. But what the fuck was a flathead screwdriver going to do? An eye, if he was lucky. Fuck, no, he couldn’t do any of that shit unless he wanted to be sent on a permanent concrete cell vacation. Then again…better that than dead. ‘Cause this fucker and restraint went together about as well as water and his fire shit.
You know what, fuck it, the toolbox itself probably had enough weight to cause a concussion, if it landed right. Even on a powered asshole. His fingers hooked around the handle, ready to swing his body with as much momentum as he could and aiming for his fucking head.
It was a walk back to his apartment. For once, the bus ride to and from his workplace wasn't as miserable as it used to be. It became tolerable and easier to handle; the smells were less overwhelming and the sounds became more of background noise to him. With all the music the Z-Team compiled into a playlist for him, he didn't have to worry about the noise of people turning him off from his own job.
The path backward was always the best part. The sound of the wind echoing through the streets and bringing Beef home on their little walks was a nice touch. But with Chase keeping an eye on him every other weekend, he didn't have to worry as much this time around. Stress was loosened from his shoulders. At least, he thought so.
Nothing felt off. Not until he heard something land with weight behind him. Quickly pulling off his earbuds, he turned around with a firm look. He couldn't lose his guard, and he didn't have a reason to. The figure wasn't easily made out to be anybody he knew (but he swore that voice sounded gruff and familiar, in some weird fucked up way). He stopped, gaze fixed behind him.
" ... if you're looking to rob somebody, go for somebody else that has their wallet sticking out of their pants," he managed to say. "Better question is ... why are you coming up at me like I did something? Who are you?"
He paused, looking him up and down. Fuck, was this guy already onto him? It wasn’t a trap, right? The list of people he’d pissed off lately was way too long to know where to start.
“I don’t want your—” Actually…maybe this version of him, or whatever he was, was stupid enough to carry ID on him. “You know what? Why not?” His finger curled around the trigger of his gun, eyes trained on him. “Toss it over.”
Killing him would be so much simpler, cleaner, but it wouldn’t yield any answers. Maybe the threat of it would be enough, but, then again, he’d done dumber to get out of this kind of shit himself.
He gritted his teeth, circling back to his own question. “The giant, weird fucking bullshit—you didn’t see that?” he stated more so than asked, eyes narrowing. (God, now he sounded crazy, too.) “Bullshit.” No, he didn’t buy that for a second.
What the fuck was this guy’s angle?
"Like leaving you alone. Leaving others to raise you. It's not only unfair to you. But unfair to them as well." Eli gently placed a 'L' piece with the others as Robert asked his second question. A light laugh leaving his lips.
"When I was your age me and your father would play with Legos. He'd do exactly what you're doing right now. While I'd do what I'm doing. We'd have Lego building contests to see who would build the best contraption." Eli leaned in close and playfully looked around." I won."
Eli let him skip his homework for the night. Simply because he seemed to be having a rough day. His own jealousy regarding the Brave Brigade made Eli almost have a mental breakdown so he needed something to work on with Robert to get his mind off the stress. Starting to build he placed one piece onto another. Gradually escalating it to the point the Legos made a mini boat. Nothing fancy as he handed it to Robert. It took him no longer than thirteen minutes to build the mini boat.
"The more you organize your work space. The better, and faster you work." He gently rubs Robert's head tussling his hair. "Well. I should probably get dinner started. Wouldn't want you to go all skin and bones on me." He says with a smile as he places his hands on Robert's shoulder." Why don't you try challenging yourself? Make something while I'm making dinner. Anything you want."
He took the boat in his hand and stared at it, something twisting in his stomach when he wondered why they didn’t have those. No, he knew the answer—Dad didn’t have time for kid things, like Lego building competitions.
He scanned the interlocking pieces of the boat, not sure he could come up with something like this. He usually followed the booklet…and what chance did he have against Eli if his dad always lost?
He picked up a green plate piece and started stacking some brown cylinder pieces on it in hopes of it resembling some sort of tree trunk. He tried to take the time to keep the pieces better organized, like Eli suggested, but…it was so, so slow. Wasn’t it just easier to grab what you need?
He tried to remember the last time Dad had cooked dinner...and he couldn’t. Not that Robert minded when he brought home In-N-Out late at night. Was it unfair? Other kids his age still had babysitters. Didn’t they? Or maybe he was getting too old. He could definitely take care of himself. If he had to.
“I…could take care of myself, you know,” he offered. “I know how to make mac and cheese..!” He grinned, proud of himself for it.

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@divinafatum / for coupé
He leaned back in his seat, eyes focused on the ceiling as he replayed the footage through the interface in his eye. It identified about a hundred faster ways to have took care of this—none of them legal. Why was he even doing this? He watched it happen in real time, spending the entire fight fighting against, well, himself. Efficiency, conviction, subjugation: that’s what Shroud instilled into him; anything else felt like a betrayal.
What was it his court-mandated therapist said? I want you to pay attention to when you feel the need to escalate and what actually happened after. Well, she didn’t know what she was talking about: stopping something before it started was the only way to guarantee the outcome. Every second that passed created more uncontrollable risk.
Probably though, it was the pair of Red Ring idiots who weren’t supposed to be there that really pissed him off. Here he was, stuck behind enemy lines, away from the man who actually raised him—and they were out there, doing stupid shit like this.
And great, because of them now he would have to do more fucking paperwork to prove: no, he hadn’t contacted them; no, they didn’t contact him; and no, they didn’t slip anything into his pocket. Fuck, the therapist was going to ask how this made him feel, too. Jesus.
He sighed. Weaponize sentiment, don’t drown in it, Shroud’s voice echoed in his mind. Control it before it controls you. This is where he wants you. Play your part.
At least there was one other person who maybe felt similar from what he could gather, which, admittedly, wasn’t much.
He turned to her, blinking away the play-by-play footage. “That…could’ve gone a lot better, if, you know, we didn’t have to play so fucking nice,” he tested, keeping his voice light in case she was truly bought in.
@evilcontrol : "Your choices, Robert. Your actions... That's what makes you who you are. And your father..made some BAD choices.."
Fingers clicked a gray piece into another as the Lego Death Star began to take shape.
“Like what?” His brows scrunched while waiting for Eli to hand him the next piece.
His dad was Mecha Man; heroes were good, and villains were bad. Heroes saved people, villains hurt them. Sure, his dad wasn’t always here, but…that was just how it worked. He was out there helping people who needed it or accepting awards for helping people or helping other heroes help people. Someone had to. Still, sometimes he just wanted his dad.
But then… why were Eli and Chase here more than him? They were heroes, too. And Robert needed help with things also—like his homework—but that felt…not the same.
But he wasn’t doing his homework right now, he was playing with Legos. He glanced at the pile he had just dumped out on the table, compared to Eli’s nicely sorted pieces, and threw himself into clustering them at least by color but the small studs still spilled out and rolled on the table.
“Does he not sort the pieces the right way either?” Not that he would know…
@fablesuntold / for chase
He was sitting in the gray room, one hand cuffed to the ring on the table and his head resting against his free hand. He kept his eyes focused on the wall to avoid the two-way mirror, trying to shut down the bullshit speculation of what could be happening behind it. Fuck, his brain felt so empty: stripped of its usual computing power, no interface in his red eye to think for him. To keep his lies straight. But the red still glowed against his skin, dripping in it, like a brand. By design, he figured but never asked; he had never had a reason to. Still, insult to injury.
He had made a name for himself by single-handedly cleaning up the messes of the idiots who thought they knew better, panicked, got a little too trigger-happy, whatever. Isn’t that why the press had dubbed him Failsafe? Well, he had lived up to it. Now look at him: behind enemy lines with no powers, no leverage, risking life in supermax—or worse—if he fucked this up. Failsafe without a fail-safe. Right, no pressure.
He had already, so graciously, turned over all the information he, allegedly, stole from Shroud on his way out—strategic losses, of course. Without a deal: objectively stupid. But these were heroes, and he was trying to sell accepting the consequences of his actions, whatever the cost. Jesus Christ.
Fuck, when was the last time he had all of this shit turned off at once? For this long? Gravity weighed on his limbs, and he couldn’t shake the compulsion to run diagnostics. His muscles ached—an irritating reminder of how normal he really was—and he rubbed one of the joints on his arm where the external attachments connected. The silence, inside and out, needed to be fixed—and there was nothing he could do about it.
He tapped his fingers against the table with nothing else to do. At least he didn’t have to pretend to be bored. And fuck, he missed his dog.
When the door opened, he sat there facing a past he tried so hard to forget. With months of planning, of course he knew—he wouldn’t be giving up carefully guarded anonymity and freedom without it—but he shouldn’t. Because this wasn’t premeditated: this was a change of heart at the final hour, some bullshit atonement for all the pain he caused. They probably still didn’t know the half of it.
“Are you supposed to be my lawyer?” he deadpanned with an eyebrow raised. Of course he still asked for one; he had to ride the fine line between cooperative but not too eager, after all.
i swear i write canon robert too
SUPERMAN (2025) PROMPTS * assorted dialogue, adjust as necessary.
your choices, [name]. your actions... that's what makes you who you are.
i couldn't be more proud of you.
we're so different.
i'm punk rock.
you are not punk rock.
my point is, i question everything and everyone. you trust everyone and think everyone you've ever met is beautiful.
you piece of shit alien!
that is where you've always been wrong about me. i am as human as anyone.
i get scared.
i wake up every morning, and despite not knowing what to do, i put one foot in front of the other, and i try to make the best choices that i can.
i screw up all the time, but that is being human, and that's my greatest strength.
none of this matters, you patronizing clown.
the government gave me authority to kill you.
i'm gonna turn myself in.
he's out there alone. and he's probably scared.
you're driven by envy. you couldn't be more obvious.
parents aren't for telling their children who they're supposed to be. we are here to give you tools to help you make fools of yourselves all your own.
oh my god. why does he trust everyone?
quit messing around!
i'm not messing around. i'm doing important stuff.
hey buddy. eyes up here.
i know you won't kill me.
that haircut should be against your vows.
nothing's felt right since he showed up.
i told you to keep an eye on him!
i can be such a jerk sometimes.
take me home.
there's gotta be a better way to do this!
what the hell, dude? why did you move the door?
where is my dog?
how long have they been hooking up?
it's guys like this, they always got a whole bunch of dark, ugly secrets.
a lot of these guys, these heroes from the magazines, they're obsessed with me. 'cause i'm more jacked than they are.
i thought you wanted to see me.
you're just trying to get information out of me.
i swear to god, that's not it.
there's other parts of you that people would find very attractive.
if i had any emotional capacity whatsoever, i'd be concerned about her partying.
what are you smirking at, you idiot?
would you like a coffee?
i have no clue what you're talking about.
i've been trying to figure out a way to get it out of here alive.
good for you, asshole!
is that really how you feel?
people were going to die!
thanks for watching him, bitch!
good luck with that.
the people there are simple and profoundly confused.
do us proud. rule without mercy.
what's it called again?
your hot ex is a genius.
are you kidding me? those things aren't cheap!
your obsession with me is getting a little creepy.
well, this is why he has behavioural issues.
they sent a message along with me.
i cherish it more than anything.

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@monmuses / for robert
He was leaning against the ledge on the flat rooftop, watching security footage through the interface in his eye as he waited for best-laid plans to inevitably go to shit by the current batch of idiots. The way it always did when someone thought they knew better than Shroud. Well, they’d figure it out…one way or another. Probably the hard way, though.
Pressure hit his head and chest, and his knees would’ve completely buckled if his augments didn’t keep him somewhat upright. What the fuck? The HUD confirmed a spike in positive g-force as his vision blurred, and he took a labored breath against the sudden increase in gravity. A sharp pitch rang in his ears, and, with a thought, he turned down the auditory cortex of his brain to concentrate.
He glanced around to find the source: the rooftop was clear. He strained to grab the ledge, using more effort than normal to pull himself up, and peered down toward the ground. The computer in his head began to glitch as it read out arbitrary values and tried to quantify what exactly he was looking at in the alley below. Shit, that was new. On both counts.
It looked as if a blade had sliced through paper, edges curling out. Only this wasn’t arts and crafts. This had been cut into pure nothingness, into thin air, as if God himself was using the world as a canvas—if you believed in such a thing.
But as suddenly as it had appeared, it vanished, stitching itself back together with no scar to prove it ever happened. If he didn’t have photographic evidence, he might’ve thought he lost it entirely. He took a deep, lightweight breath as gravity corrected itself and he tried to steady himself against the increased blood flow.
But while the tear in reality had disappeared, it had left a man in its place.
He slowly turned his hearing back up, taking the time it took to acclimate to surveil what the fuck was going on. He wouldn’t have believed what he was seeing, if not for the said giant tear in reality, or, you know, the computer clearly identifying him as…him. Again, what the fuck? Best case: some kind of fucked up shapeshifter; at worst…well, out of every scenario he ran through his head, he couldn’t decide what was worse. His eye zoomed in on the corporate uniform. No augments, either. How-? Why would he-I-? Fuck.
The timing was shit (as always) but no, fuck, he couldn’t let this wait. He pulled his black hood over his head shading his eyes from view and felt the half-mask extend, covering his nose and mouth. Better to bury the lede on this one.
He placed a hand on the ledge, hopping over in one fell swoop and dropped the three-or-so stories, landing on his feet and blocking the other-him from exiting the alley to the street. He grabbed the holstered gun at his side, but he kept his finger off the trigger and kept it lowered, pointed at the ground in front of the other rather than at him. The last thing he should ever do is underestimate himself.
“Hey,” his voice echoed with the slight reverb from the mask, and kept a healthy distance between them, “where the fuck did you come from?”
"You’re distracting me, you know." — From Blonde Blazer ofc ofc 😌
He sat on the table, plugged into the terminal like a goddamn iPad as it ran diagnostics—data passing through him like a conversation in another room, muffled and just out of reach. His own fault, really, that his wireless access had been severed since the last time he tried to hack into SDN’s servers. He hadn’t done it on purpose. The shit in his head just acted on impulse: one passing thought and it—okay, he—started attacking the firewall.
He could’ve done a lot worse.
“Oh, yeah?” he smirked, glancing at her before wincing through the dull burn as he pulled the suture on his waist tight. The augments helped, but he was still, disappointingly, human—and nowhere close to whatever the fuck Toxic had going on.
His reinforced black leather tactical jacket and shirt lay next to the small medical tray he had stolen from the infirmary—easier to avoid the medical history inquisition for the umpteenth time when you were a freak of science, especially for something stupid like a graze. Probably shouldn’t have kicked that guy in the face before taking care of a loaded handgun—he knew it, the interface in his head knew it, and Blazer probably knew it, too, assuming she had seen the footage. But the way his nose cracked and head bounced… Yeah, that was worth the trouble. And didn’t his court-ordered therapist mention something about needing a healthy outlet to let his aggression out? Seemed healthy enough; he didn’t even kill him (well, pretty sure, at least).
No, if they kept putting him in situations he could easily handle with a gun, because of some heroes don’t kill people bullshit, he wouldn’t have been in that mess in the first place. Really, this was on them.
“Not a fan of needles and blood?” He raised his eyebrows. “Or is it…” A pause. “…something else?”
› TENSION LINER PROMPTS
"I dare you to try."
"Do you always get close?"
"You’re pushing my limits."
"Stop looking at me like that."
"I’m losing control here."
"You have no idea, do you?"
"I can’t resist you anymore."
"Stay back, or don’t."
"I know what you want."
"This is getting dangerous now."
"You’re too tempting for me."
"I shouldn’t want this, but…"
"I don’t play fair, remember?"
"Careful, you’re testing me."
"You’re just making it worse."
"You’re too close for comfort."
"Do you always push buttons?"
"Stop before I kiss you."
"You’re making it too hard."
"I can’t stop thinking about you."
"I want you too much."
"You know exactly what you’re doing."
"I’m not playing games here."
"You’ve crossed the line now."
"Keep pushing, and you’ll regret it."
"This is dangerous, isn’t it?"
"I’m trying not to care."
"Don’t make me regret this."
"You’re playing with fire."
"You don’t know what’s coming."
"I shouldn’t be this close."
"We’re getting dangerously close now."
"I can feel the heat."
"Don’t test me right now."
"I want you too badly."
"Don’t make me chase you."
"You’re distracting me, you know."
"I won’t fall for this."
"I want you, but…"
"What do you want from me?"
"I’ll never give in."
"I’m trying not to care."
"You’re playing with my patience."
"Don’t make this harder, please."
"I can’t stop this feeling."
"I’m already in too deep."
"You won’t walk away unscathed."
"You’re walking a fine line."
"I’m trying to stay calm."
"What are you doing to me?"
( a collection of drunken confessions dialogue prompts. adjust phrasing as necessary.) feel free to make edits to better suit your muse, but please don’t edit or add on to the original post <3 if you like, please consider supporting me through tips
(mix of silly, emotional, messy, sweet, and chaotic)
"you ever think maybe we were meant to meet... like, cosmically?"
"i shouldn't say this... but i've been in love with you for forever."
"shhh. don’t tell anyone i said this but... you’re my favorite person."
"you’re so pretty. it’s actually unfair. i’m mad at you now."
"i miss you. even when you're here, i miss you."
"if you asked me right now, i’d run away with you."
"i told myself i wouldn’t cry and now look at me—i'm soggy."
"can i tell you a secret? no one knows this. not even me."
"i don't want to go home. it’s not warm there like you are."
"you smell like safety. that’s weird, right?"
"you always leave the party too early. stay longer this time. stay with me."
"i don't like them. i never did. i only said yes to make you jealous."
"you were my first love. not that you needed to know that."
"you always knew me better than anyone. it’s scary sometimes."
"every time you smile at someone else i feel sick. it’s pathetic, i know."
"i think you're the only person who's ever actually seen me."
"you promised me you’d stay. why did you lie?"
"remember when we used to dream together? god, we were so young."
"don’t laugh but... i wrote poems about you. they were bad."
"you’re everything to me. but it’s fine. you don’t have to feel the same."
"your hands are so warm. i could live here, holding you."
"you were my favorite chapter. i keep rereading you."
"i’m not drunk. okay i am. but the feelings? those are real."
"i wish i was braver when it counted."
"it’s you. it’s always been you."
"do you think we missed our chance?"
"they don’t deserve you. but i was too scared to try to be someone who did."
"stop looking at me like that. i’ll fall in love all over again."
"you said you didn’t want anything serious... but i did. i wanted you."
"i’m scared. and it’s not the booze—it’s the idea of losing you."
"i tell everyone i’m over you but then you look at me and i fall apart."
"you were the only one who stayed when everything else fell apart."
"if i tell you i love you, will you leave? please don’t."
"the world feels quieter when you're near. like everything makes sense."
"you taste like trouble and i’d still kiss you again."
"god, i hate you. i hate how much i still love you."
"every version of me has wanted every version of you."
"you were my home. i didn’t realize until i lost the key."
"don’t leave yet. just one more moment like this. please."
"i think i messed up. i picked everyone else before you."
"if i asked you to kiss me, would you?"
"remember when you held my hand like you meant it?"
"you’re my what-if. and it kills me."
"can we just stay like this? pretend it’s still us?"
"i forgive you. even though it still hurts."
"i lied. when i said i didn’t care. i always did."
"you look so good right now. it's annoying. stop it."
"you make the world feel a little less heavy."
"i saved every text. is that weird?"
"i love you. even if i forget this in the morning, i mean it right now."
༘⋆。 where it hurts starters.
caretaker.
i'll stay until you fall asleep.
you're not a burden. not to me.
you don't have to act tough with me.
let me help.
if you need to cry, i'll look the other way.
you don't have to talk.
let me handle it, just for a minute.
rest, i'll watch over you.
i don't care if you think you're fine. i'm staying.
deep breaths.
just lean on me.
you're safe now, okay? just breathe.
i know it hurts. i'll sit here as long as it takes.
i'm not leaving until i know you're okay.
you don't need to hide.
let me take care of you this time.
shh. i'm right here.
you don't have to put on a smile for me.
i don't think less of you.
i'll be here when you wake up.
you're allowed to lean on me. that's what i'm here for.
you don't have to be okay.
scoot over, i'm not letting you sleep alone.
your hair's a mess. let me brush it.
don't apologize.
cared for.
i'm tired, that's all.
please don't go.
i don't know what i need.
you didn't need to come.
you shouldn't have to see me like this.
i hate feeling like this.
i was trying to push through. i think i made it worse.
this is so embarrassing.
can you just... stay a little longer?
i didn't think anyone would notice...
i'm not safe in my own head right now.
why are you being so gentle with me?
i don't want you to fix me.
today's just... one of the harder days.
i didn't know i needed to hear that.
can you stay? after i fall asleep?
sorry. i didn't mean to flinch.
i don't always know what's going to help.
this is the nicest anyone’s been to me all week.
i'm sorry. i know i'm a lot.
i don't even know why i'm crying...
i think i'm broken.
you didn't have to do all this for me.
i don't want to be a burden.
i didn't think anyone would stay.

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"STOP PUTTING YOURSELF INTO DANGER!" PROMPTS * assorted dialogue for expressing your fear that the person you care about might get themselves hurt if they keep acting like this, adjust as necessary
i thought i told you to stay back.
i love you too much to let you get hurt like this.
this affects me, too, you know.
every time you leave, i sit up all night waiting, praying you'll come back alive.
you keep pulling stunts like this and something bad will happen.
do you have a death wish or something?
this isn't fair to me.
i deserve better than this.
i didn't get any sleep last night because i was so worried about you.
you promised me you'd stop going out at night.
i don't like hearing this.
you've been risking your life, and for what? so you can feel like a goddamn hero?
i said i would handle it.
what the fuck are you doing here?
you told me you'd stay put.
so much for laying low.
you remember how bad it was last time.
seems like you haven't learned anything.
i believe you promised me you'd lay low.
i can't keep doing this.
don't give me that look.
we'll discuss this later.
this stops now.
i'm tired of picking up the pieces once you've left.
you keep throwing yourself into danger.
you don't give a shit about yourself, do you?
i'm sitting here, worried out of my mind, while you're out doing god knows what.
that was really stupid of you, and you know it.
i thought you knew better than this.
what's your excuse this time?
you do realize what this does to me, right? seeing you get hurt like this? you know it hurts me, too?
you really don't give a shit how this affects me, huh.
that was the dumbest possible thing you could have done.
i need you to stop throwing yourself into harm's way.
that was completely unnecessary.
they had it handled.
you didn't need to step in like that.
why do you think you're invincible?
the last time you pulled a stunt like this, it nearly got you killed.
i can't just sit here and watch you get hurt.
what are you trying to prove?
you just like fucking with my heart, don't you.
this shit hurts me, too, you know.
you're not the only one affected by this shit.
you've got a lot of people counting on you to come home every night.
what happens if you don't come back?
you think we can just carry on without you?
you think i can handle things if you end up dead?
i'm not sticking around to watch you get hurt.
you're not even slick.
you think you're invincible, don't you.
quit pretending you've got everything under control.
let someone else do it for a change.
you can't keep putting yourself through shit like this and expect me to just sit back and watch.
i'm done with this.
next time you do this, i'm not coming back.
promise me this is the end.
look me in the eyes and tell me you'll stop doing this.
let the authorities deal with it.
you're making a big mistake.
is it worth dying for?
i've dealt with enough pain over the years.