085 - too damn far from your fingertips [VOICE]
There's always a time when lines begin to blur. Reality, fiction. Want, need. Past, future. Friendship, love. What no one bothers to tell you is that it never gets easier. It stays the same ridiculous goal time and time again. To find something that doesn't exist. [A pause.] Everyone isn't striving for perfection, they're striving for average. Normal, mundane. As if that's something better. Then they're disappointed to find that normal doesn't exist.. That it was all just some sad projection of their weaknesses. They can't accept that. Can't accept that they'll never be good enough because they never tried. In the end, they die, they give up and settle into their miserable existences, or they become something.. better. Something special.
[Private to Tim]
I'm killing Elle. I have her permission. I'll show you the conversation, wait 3 days. That's the best you'll get. If you talk to her about it, question her? Our deal's off entirely. Yours and mine.
You know how badly I wanted this. Don't take this away from me.
[Private to Isaac]
I'm.. having trouble, knowing who I am. Understanding differences, similarities. Something is missing.
[Private to Tim]
I'm killing Elle. I have her permission. I'll show you the conversation, wait 3 days. That's the best you'll get. If you talk to her about it, question her? Our deal's off entirely. Yours and mine.
You know how badly I wanted this. Don't take this away from me.
[Private to Isaac]
I'm.. having trouble, knowing who I am. Understanding differences, similarities. Something is missing.