I guess I wrote myself a note on what to remember because of you. It says right on here - Billy Costigan, smart-alec and a good, reliable guy. Well, I'm paraphrasing, but you get the picture.
I didn't know you were actually listening to the advice I gave you. [SIGH.]
You want a tour then?
We were good friends. Close, because we both came from Boston, worked for the government, and didn't give a fuck so much. The times shit started to get to us, we got drunk.
Go figure, right? I listen sometimes. And if you mean a better tour than just wandering around on my own? Yeah. I'd like that a lot.
I'm still that guy. I think I am anyway. I hope I am anyway. I still come from Boston, still worked for the government, and I still don't give a flying fuck.
I'm supposed to trust you. That's the one thing I know for sure. You're the guy I trusted the most.
Private - Read my mind. Assume is perfect. :DactuallyagolemAugust 28 2010, 13:58:25 UTC
I've been. That's the magical mess hall of this place.
I trust myself to tell me the truth and not jerk me around, so...I guess I trust you. And I've been told the pub's for wardens only, but says here you're an inmate. You being my friend and all means I can probably trust you enough to take you up there, right?
Good. We can meet there. I know what you look like, if you don't remember me.
Yeah, but pub's got new rules; inmates can only go with their own wardens and mine's.. difficult. You take something out of the pub, though? I'll drink with you until we pass out. Your room or mine, either way.
Where the hell did you go?
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Back to France? Look, I don't remember being here, so I'm not really sure I can say I just left this place to go back to that one.
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Donny Donowitz, right? Billy Costigan.
Did you die before you got here?
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Yeah, sure did. It's fine though. This place seems better than being dead.
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It's not.
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Whatever, guy. Guess you know best.
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You want a tour then?
We were good friends. Close, because we both came from Boston, worked for the government, and didn't give a fuck so much. The times shit started to get to us, we got drunk.
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I'm still that guy. I think I am anyway. I hope I am anyway. I still come from Boston, still worked for the government, and I still don't give a flying fuck.
I'm supposed to trust you. That's the one thing I know for sure. You're the guy I trusted the most.
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Thank fucking Christ.
I'm glad you know it, because it doesn't mean as much coming from me.. but yeah, you can fucking trust me.
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I trust myself to tell me the truth and not jerk me around, so...I guess I trust you. And I've been told the pub's for wardens only, but says here you're an inmate. You being my friend and all means I can probably trust you enough to take you up there, right?
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Yeah, but pub's got new rules; inmates can only go with their own wardens and mine's.. difficult. You take something out of the pub, though? I'll drink with you until we pass out. Your room or mine, either way.
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Well, that's stupid. I'm sure I can take stuff out though, and if anyone says differently I'll knock out their teeth.
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Good. I'll see you this afternoon then.
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