The Tortured Artist
"Where's the bracelet, Peyton?"
"We'll see each other again soon, I promise."
And the world, spins madly on.
"I feel like you're always rescuing me.. and also like there's a giant elephant standing on my head."
"They're gonna come now, all of them. The reporters, and psychologists, and the analysts, and the so-called experts.. and they're going to try to make sense of this, but they're not gonna be able to. And even if we do make it out of here, we're always going to carry it with us. It's never going to be the same. It's not glass.. is it, in my leg?"
"No. It's bullet."
"Follow your heart."
"You're alone, Peyton. I get it."
Baby, baby, I'm gonna leave you.