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I always expected to go to hell, when it was all over. Figured I deserved it, what with selling my soul to the proverbial devil and all that. Not to mention everything I've done and not done since I first signed my contract with Wolfram & Hart.
I never really figured on it being like that though. I always pictured fire'n brimstone the way they always told me it'd be when I was a kid. I didn't figure on their being a wife and kid. Hell, I never really figured on those for before I started my eternal torment. I could've lived that life.
But I had my heart cut out every night. Every damn night. Not something I'm likely to forget anytime soon. And there was fire and...I used to think Oklahoma was the worst place I'd ever have to live. And Trish, the wife, the warden, whatever or whoever she was, she sent me down there every night. And my boy tried to shoot me. I've seen a lot of things since I signed my contract, a lot of horrible things. I've seen what the Partners were capable of. But I never saw that coming. Never.
I was their golden boy once. I got away with everything. Punishments were for everybody else. Guess they were just saving them up for this. They got right inside my head and gave me things I didn't even know I wanted and made them worse than any life should ever be.
I'm never having an oven in any home of mine again. Or a basement.
Still can't figure why they pulled me out. The information I had wasn't worth that and they would've figured it out on their own if they'd stopped to think about it for a second. Sure, I know Angel's obsessed with me...but really. He risked pissing off the Partner's something awful by going in there after me and he lost one of his. Not the best trade SoulBoy could've made by a long shot.
Suppose someone'll find a use for me now that they've got me. I'm not going back. Kill me, send me somewhere else, lock me up in the basement...but I'm not going back.
I never really figured on it being like that though. I always pictured fire'n brimstone the way they always told me it'd be when I was a kid. I didn't figure on their being a wife and kid. Hell, I never really figured on those for before I started my eternal torment. I could've lived that life.
But I had my heart cut out every night. Every damn night. Not something I'm likely to forget anytime soon. And there was fire and...I used to think Oklahoma was the worst place I'd ever have to live. And Trish, the wife, the warden, whatever or whoever she was, she sent me down there every night. And my boy tried to shoot me. I've seen a lot of things since I signed my contract, a lot of horrible things. I've seen what the Partners were capable of. But I never saw that coming. Never.
I was their golden boy once. I got away with everything. Punishments were for everybody else. Guess they were just saving them up for this. They got right inside my head and gave me things I didn't even know I wanted and made them worse than any life should ever be.
I'm never having an oven in any home of mine again. Or a basement.
Still can't figure why they pulled me out. The information I had wasn't worth that and they would've figured it out on their own if they'd stopped to think about it for a second. Sure, I know Angel's obsessed with me...but really. He risked pissing off the Partner's something awful by going in there after me and he lost one of his. Not the best trade SoulBoy could've made by a long shot.
Suppose someone'll find a use for me now that they've got me. I'm not going back. Kill me, send me somewhere else, lock me up in the basement...but I'm not going back.