No, ya didn't go on vacation. You got taken...and you got killed.
And you better stop talkin' nonsense. C'mon over to the shop, or to the house. I'll look at ya 'till my eyes bleed. And if ya come by the shop, y'all can meet Brooklyn. While y'all were gone, I lost m' damn mind and adopted a kid. Well, started to, anyhow.
One of a million reasons I'm so pissed 'bout losin' you.
This local girl hornswoggled me into sponsorin' some kids' ballet class she teaches. Brought the girls in to meet me, and this one...name's Brooklyn Maners...turns out she's gifted, like me. Some garden imps been hangin' around her.
One thing led to another, someone put the idea in m' head...long story short, I'm licensed for foster care early as next week, then I can bring her home. And there ain't no discussion, you gotta meet her, Reg. Kid's sweet as molasses, and she's had a rough time.
I could use your help trainin' her, and you are gonna be Auntie Regan, no arguin'.
To meet her? I'd say ya are. The rest...yeah, in time. But I want you here...don't ya see? Reg, I need ya here. I ain't the same man when you ain't around.
I didn't take you, Regan, y'all came to me. You...opened yourself to me, you helped save me. This bond? I serve you, y'all don't serve me. That's why incubi dominate their followers, so they'll never say no when they need nourishment or support.
He also can't hurt you no more. No one can. I been talkin' to Corrine, and...well, she near burned in Salem, and she's still walkin'.
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Reg...don't you ever do that t' me again, y'hear? Don't you ever leave me again, I missed you so goddamn much...
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It wasn't exactly a well thought out and executed plan on my part, Jed. I didn't go on an unexpected vacation or something.
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And you better stop talkin' nonsense. C'mon over to the shop, or to the house. I'll look at ya 'till my eyes bleed. And if ya come by the shop, y'all can meet Brooklyn. While y'all were gone, I lost m' damn mind and adopted a kid. Well, started to, anyhow.
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This local girl hornswoggled me into sponsorin' some kids' ballet class she teaches. Brought the girls in to meet me, and this one...name's Brooklyn Maners...turns out she's gifted, like me. Some garden imps been hangin' around her.
One thing led to another, someone put the idea in m' head...long story short, I'm licensed for foster care early as next week, then I can bring her home. And there ain't no discussion, you gotta meet her, Reg. Kid's sweet as molasses, and she's had a rough time.
I could use your help trainin' her, and you are gonna be Auntie Regan, no arguin'.
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I didn't take you, Regan, y'all came to me. You...opened yourself to me, you helped save me. This bond? I serve you, y'all don't serve me. That's why incubi dominate their followers, so they'll never say no when they need nourishment or support.
He also can't hurt you no more. No one can. I been talkin' to Corrine, and...well, she near burned in Salem, and she's still walkin'.
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No. No, no no no no. No. Sever it.
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