Oh my Goddess... this is just... I never imagined it could happen. I want to ask what was sacrificed, but... it doesn't seem like you want to tell. Which is okay, I'm not going to try to force anything out of you. If we need to know, you'll tell us when the time is right.
Honey, I... I just don't know what to feel. My instinct is to be happy, but you make this sound so bad, and of course I believe you. And I hate that you're sick. Oh, Thomas... I love you. Is there anything I can do?
It did. Or something like that. I would love for you to bring me soup, Svetlana, but if you carried poxy germs back to Rasputina, I'd never forgive myself, and Peter would kill me again.
Whoa. Dude. I don't even know how to start wrapping my head around this one. So it can be done, but with a terrible sacrifice... fuck. Yeah... I can see you wouldn't want that. But if you didn't choose it... shit.
I guess now we just help you get over the chicken pox, first order of business. Fuck, man. Alive? Fuck...
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Honey, I... I just don't know what to feel. My instinct is to be happy, but you make this sound so bad, and of course I believe you. And I hate that you're sick. Oh, Thomas... I love you. Is there anything I can do?
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I'm not bad. I'm not. I'm...conflicted. I get to be with Spectre. I love Spectre. I get to be with my family. I love my family. But my Mary...
I love you too, Renee.
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Thank you, Svetlana. And I can't wait to see you when I'm all better. I really can't.
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I guess now we just help you get over the chicken pox, first order of business. Fuck, man. Alive? Fuck...
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Yes. That is how I am feeling right now. Fuck, man. Fuck...
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Yep... fuck says an amazing amount of things when we want it to.
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Sometimes it says good things, though!
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