[His lips tighten and George receives a wall of text.]
Mark.
...I don't know what to say to you. I know that I'm slipping away, going away, and I know that I won't see you again. I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing. I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse. I want-I knew where you were coming from but I wanted to tell you in person, to see you, to smack you upside the head and hug you and never let you go. I want to hate you. I want nothing more then to hate you with every fiber of my soul and being because you did this in my name. You did this because of me and you were acting-no you still ARE acting like a blind and selfish moron.
I made my mistakes, and it was a tragedy. The last thing I wanted however was for my mistake to destroy you. You were supposed to dance at my wedding big brother, I know that. You were supposed to do all of these things but without me your life seems to have stopped. Why? was I so important? What sort of person can bear that kind of responsibility? Be the only thing keeping someone alive?
I feel...hurt. I feel hurt and betrayed and I don't know if it was me or something I'd done. If it is or was, I have to live with that now and you..
You drugged a recovering junkie. You drank yourself into a stupor and you curl up around selfish desires and emotions like a cat curling up around the corpse of it's latest kill. You killed people, beat them to death and that woman...that woman Simone...
That's not you. That wasn't supposed to be you. What happened to the guy who was so happy to get his badge? What happened to my brother the cop, you were my hero. I'm not...I'm not Mary Jane or Catwoman or anybody else to keep a guy like that in line and you...What were you thinking?
I can't help but feel like this is my fault. I spent months, months after our fight about Baxter convincing myself that you were a monster and then when you die...when you die everything is made clean and clear. You forgive in some places and in others...
Fix, yourself. Please big brother. You shouldn't be here, this wasn't supposed to be you but maybe you can fix yourself, stop pussyfooting around and just do it so you don't go where you're headed. Grace isn't something that should be for sale I just...
Oh god I wish I could see you and have you tell me it's all right and none of it is true but I can't trust that.
my brother. My big brother. What happened to you? Where did you go wrong? Was it something I did?
Damn you for leading me into doubt Mark.
Angelina.
[He is surprisingly calm when he speaks again.] Do you want me to just send you yours? I'd like..
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[His lips tighten and George receives a wall of text.]
Mark.
...I don't know what to say to you. I know that I'm slipping away, going away, and I know that I won't see you again. I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing. I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse. I want-I knew where you were coming from but I wanted to tell you in person, to see you, to smack you upside the head and hug you and never let you go. I want to hate you. I want nothing more then to hate you with every fiber of my soul and being because you did this in my name. You did this because of me and you were acting-no you still ARE acting like a blind and selfish moron.
I made my mistakes, and it was a tragedy. The last thing I wanted however was for my mistake to destroy you. You were supposed to dance at my wedding big brother, I know that. You were supposed to do all of these things but without me your life seems to have stopped. Why? was I so important? What sort of person can bear that kind of responsibility? Be the only thing keeping someone alive?
I feel...hurt. I feel hurt and betrayed and I don't know if it was me or something I'd done. If it is or was, I have to live with that now and you..
You drugged a recovering junkie. You drank yourself into a stupor and you curl up around selfish desires and emotions like a cat curling up around the corpse of it's latest kill. You killed people, beat them to death and that woman...that woman Simone...
That's not you. That wasn't supposed to be you. What happened to the guy who was so happy to get his badge? What happened to my brother the cop, you were my hero. I'm not...I'm not Mary Jane or Catwoman or anybody else to keep a guy like that in line and you...What were you thinking?
I can't help but feel like this is my fault. I spent months, months after our fight about Baxter convincing myself that you were a monster and then when you die...when you die everything is made clean and clear. You forgive in some places and in others...
Fix, yourself. Please big brother. You shouldn't be here, this wasn't supposed to be you but maybe you can fix yourself, stop pussyfooting around and just do it so you don't go where you're headed. Grace isn't something that should be for sale I just...
Oh god I wish I could see you and have you tell me it's all right and none of it is true but I can't trust that.
my brother. My big brother. What happened to you? Where did you go wrong? Was it something I did?
Damn you for leading me into doubt Mark.
Angelina.
[He is surprisingly calm when he speaks again.] Do you want me to just send you yours? I'd like..
I want to know you're okay.