Cigar 003 [Audio]
[There's the quiet scrape of something familiar, a soft sound, dull. Consistent if not exactly repetitive. Anyone familiar with bars may recognize it as glass on wood. Anyone very familiar might even pick up on the stick that says the drinker's been in his seat for some time.]
No box to blame this one on, I guess.
Least they're together.
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No box to blame this one on, I guess.
Least they're together.
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John should get him a God damn major award!]
So the journalist and Nate Drake up and poofed away?
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He sits back and looks at his beer instead of the idiot on the screen.] Something like that.
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Maybe it's like celebrity deaths: three at a time. And you're next. Maybe it's related to people's home worlds or something. You shouldn't get so down about it, man...either way, they have you at home and here, right? So they're set either way.
[John's idea of trying to be comforting clearly needs more practice.]
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... You think we remember all this bullshit once we get back?
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We don't. Talked to Hades himself about a lot of shit when I first got here.
There was a time when we had to choose a side. Both gods voiced their reasons. Hades offered us the opportunity to go back home. Hecate said that wouldn't be possible.
He was insane in that special, Grecian incestuous son-is-my-brother-and-mother-is-my-sister-way, like you'd expect, really...but for those who stopped for even a single fucking second-think about it. If you could go home after living through this, and go back, would you even want to go home anymore? Would you want to wake up with all this, or blink, or be put back in a second after you came? How long would it take you to get shipped off to the mental ward? How long would it take you to get a grip on either this place having been a reality or your imagination being a terrible fucking monster out to get to you, always in your closet and with red, clawed fingers pulling at your blankets-if that was, in fact, the case, why the hell ( ... )
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No.
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John also may not be completely sober at the moment.]
It makes sense to me, at least.
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I don't care what hairs I get pulled out by, as long as I get back to where I'm supposed to go, I'll forget every last son of bitch I ever met. [Considering all the people who died for the good of the world, and how if he survived, what he'd have to have Angela do...it would really be best if he went back and got killed soon after, and killed in a way he had no dealing with.] So yeah, Sully, when I go home and don't remember "my girl" or anyone else, I'll be more than okay with that. I'll fucking welcome it.
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Yeah, that's me: asshole. Getting what's owed me is the most selfish thing a man can want, right? Forgetting people along the way is the worst that he can do, correct?
It's not like I'm seeking some holy artifact to bring about hell on earth, or to end the world, or to kill all of mankind. I'm not hoping to commit genocide. But wanting what's owed you? Yeah, that's the biggest asshole move of all.
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You got at least one person here who cares about you and you couldn't give a shit. That's what makes you an asshole. [God, listen to him. He needs to stop drinking.] Even Hitler didn't hang his friends out to dry.
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But I'm not sick enough to compare a fucked up guy to Hitler. That? That's messed up. And the funniest thing is, I'm pretty sure you know it, and either know shit about him historically or just want to be an ass by saying he didn't "hang" his friends.
So who's the asshole? At least I constantly claim it; people who say they just "felt" like one or expect an apology for their behavior because they were "drunk" or "high" or "really tired" or what have you?
At least I'm always fucking honest. I got that going for me, and that's why Jill likes me. And that's why we get along. And that's why I respect our privacy and am kindly telling you now not to act like you know a thing about us or base your assumptions on some sort of regular male and female relationship. Thanks in advance, buddy.
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Listen, kid. I wasn't comparing you to Hilter-- shit. You might be an asshole but that prick was gone off the other side of the mountain. You bring up genocide and I brought up an example. And you're right, you're business ain't mine; and thank christ for it. I don't think we'll ever be friends and to hell with all this soul-searching, but I gotta ask.
What would Jill say? Would she want to forget you?
[It was mostly hypothetical since Sully doesn't know Jill from Eve, but she'd seemed like the good type the few times he'd talked to her.]
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