SEEK A WAY OUT !

" right, uh. what's this supposed to do again? " Archie guiltily holds the small bottle as far away as his arm will allow, which, given the current state of his shoulder, isn't very far. it sucks, and he can still hear Jug's guilt and Betty's grumbling as she wound gauze around it. your helpful clumsiness is going to get you killed, Arch. and i might not be around to stop that from happening. so: enter Sabrina, and whatever she can do to shed some sort of light on this increasingly weird situation. at least it doesn't look like she has any garlic laying around, so Ronnie can't complain about him stinking later. " it's not going to turn me into a frog or something, right? "

dialogue prompts from i see you've called in dead by john kenney.

i've never seen anything quite like that.

on occasion, i write my own obituary.

it's too early for existential dread.

you look well, for a dead man.

i'll give you twenty dollars to stop talking.

i wish you'd let me cut your hair.

do you believe in god?

i don't think anything matters to you anymore. that kind of breaks my heart.

stories matter. facts matter.

the rumors of your death are exaggerated, i see.

i leave for a week and you fall apart.

you can fall in love with someone from their smile.

have you ever sat with someone as they died?

i'm kind of learning to be alone.

i'm not sure i could really trust anyone who wasn't tempted by an oreo for breakfast, on occasion.

this is going to be so wonderfully awkward. i can hardly wait.

i just go to wakes sometimes.

what happens if i can't redeem myself?

was electricity new when you were little?

how do you say 'horse's ass' in [language]?

you're sweet to ask. most people don't.

i like your face.

can you swim?

you take a lot of words to say very little.

i'm trying to change my narrative.

you're movie star handsome.

are you saying you meet me?

caskets are four-sided. coffins are six-sided, and wider at the top.

i sort of love you. i kind of care about you.

have some kids. they're the only things that keep me sane.

you strike me as someone desperate for a vacation.

we get better. we heal.

if you die, can i have your office chair?

please don't mistake this as affection or friendship.

elegance is not your strong suit.

what would you want to change, if you could?

i think my tear ducts might not actually work.

i wouldn't change a day of my life. i'd just like more of it.

do you mind if we sit for a bit?

we don't talk about death much as a society, do we?

you sound like a hallmark card.

no one likes golf. even golfers don't like it.

i'm not sure who i was trying to impress.

i worry i'm boring you.

we can change. maybe it's just a bit, but that little bit is everything.

i'm sorry. i should have said something.

i didn't expect to like you.

you should come out with a line of sad greeting cards.

i want to be forgiven.

sometimes i hear my own voice and i hate it.

you think i'm better than i am.

i'll shut up. just know i'd be lost without you.

it's your birthday. you're the king.

i've heard about you, but i've never met you.

i wanted to shoot the dude, but who is that helping?

how many days to you experience something for the first time?

there's no small talk among friends. ask.

we hold the past in our body. it never forgets, but it can learn to let it go.

what are you still doing here? go home.

except for you almost dying, i had a lovely evening.

you're a moron. that's what i love about you.

it's remarkable what you can do, when you don't care what anyone thinks anymore.

i thought maybe i could help.

tell your father to go fuck himself.

i believed in santa until i was twelve.

i'm not sure if i believed in _____, or if i wanted to believe so much that i convinced myself.

you saved me. you did.

if this were the last time you were ever going to see me, what would you say?

i like your face.

would you come to my funeral?

if this were a movie, it would be foreshadowing.

if this were a buddy movie, i'd put my arm around your shoulders.

she pulls the hood of her cape up over her ears to hide them. well, that, and to keep her hair from getting wet. of course it had to be raining in a godsforsaken place like this.

❝  she never would have picked you. your brain is under lock and key. you'd probably repel her back twenty feet.  ❞ which is easier to say than admitting outright that she was a more susceptible target.

it's also bull, because once again, nora is right: she would have done the same if it was her.

❛ her talisman doesn't work like that. she can use it on anyone, you know that. ❜ but genevieve's insult has its intended effect regardless, and a cold shame pricks down the line of her spine. she's long known how her partner feels about the way she expresses herself ( or rather, how she doesn't ). but she doesn't know how to be any other way. she's tried.

— for her, mostly. out of spite, at first, sick of getting whinged at constantly for not reacting the way she'd have liked, and then for ... other reasons. ones she'd really tried for, in earnest. ones she's still trying for, despite her lack of real success.