[Private]
Right. So I die. One gunshot and bam, it's all over. You'd figure I'd be allowed to go out in a blaze of fucking glory. Something so people can say; 'That Owen Harper, he might of been a complete bastard, but what a way to go'.
But I don't get that, do I? No, because they have to bring me back. A walking corpse. I bet they don't have counselling for that in the sodding N.H.S. [A SLAM as something probably expensive gets thrown at the wall] And then I die again, for fucks sake! No one should have to die twice, that's just not on. And then there's... [Pause, pen tap]
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[Tosh]
I found out about what happens to us.