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[ He bypasses the question again. It's childish. ] He's proved he ain't about helpin' himself. An' you can't save him from himself.
[ Felipe had set out to help Daryl once. But a lot's happened between then and now and he's no grown adult's babysitter. ]
He ain't your responsibility. Or mine. He's yellin' at our psycho overload, for fuck's sake.
[ Felipe had set out to help Daryl once. But a lot's happened between then and now and he's no grown adult's babysitter. ]
He ain't your responsibility. Or mine. He's yellin' at our psycho overload, for fuck's sake.
He's not a responsibility, he's my friend.
[ Okay, maybe he has just enough energy to work up to frustrated again. ]
Look, I know we all love a good hanging, but I dunno, I fucking--I like him, and he's losing his mind, and everyone here is just chill about it. I know he's fucking--old timey sexist! I get it. I know. But is any of this helping? It's not like he can off himself and leave people alone, letting him fester and go insane is only going to make more fucking problems, because he doesn't understand! These people are like those assholes that speak full sentences to their dogs and wonder why they aren't trained! Dogs can't speak English! They don't understand!
[ Okay, maybe he has just enough energy to work up to frustrated again. ]
Look, I know we all love a good hanging, but I dunno, I fucking--I like him, and he's losing his mind, and everyone here is just chill about it. I know he's fucking--old timey sexist! I get it. I know. But is any of this helping? It's not like he can off himself and leave people alone, letting him fester and go insane is only going to make more fucking problems, because he doesn't understand! These people are like those assholes that speak full sentences to their dogs and wonder why they aren't trained! Dogs can't speak English! They don't understand!
[ He lets him go on because he doesn't know where to start. He's always been good at cutting these sorts of conversations right in half. Quentin is spiraling and needs it. ]
Dogs learn what you teach 'em. He ain't learning.
[ Not that that's what Daryl's concerned about now. Or at all, really. ]
You don't even like me an' you're beggin' for my help. [ Why sugar coat it? ] Your friends don't like him. That means nothin' to you?
Dogs learn what you teach 'em. He ain't learning.
[ Not that that's what Daryl's concerned about now. Or at all, really. ]
You don't even like me an' you're beggin' for my help. [ Why sugar coat it? ] Your friends don't like him. That means nothin' to you?
[ The sun has only just cracked over the horizon. He has no idea if Daryl is awake, or if this is where he spends any time, or if he gives a fuck--just that Daryl has protected him before, and god knows he needs protection now. Frantic, disjointed, laced with the thrumming, thrashing sound of his pulse as he runs: ]
--help, I need--HELP ME, Daryl, I need help, I need help, I need help, I can't reach town, I need help--
[ Images rush in: blurry trees that he races by, winter-brown plants under his feet, Felipe's body in the tree, a knife, a knife, a knife a knife and then its
[ gone ]
--help, I need--HELP ME, Daryl, I need help, I need help, I need help, I can't reach town, I need help--
[ Images rush in: blurry trees that he races by, winter-brown plants under his feet, Felipe's body in the tree, a knife, a knife, a knife a knife and then its
[ gone ]
[ Daryl is almost always awake or on the verge of it and he jolts upright when he hears him, when the experience smashes into him, heartbeat lurching into a race with Quentin's. What the fuck was that? ]
Quentin? [ He calls back and gets nothing. ] Quentin?
[ When he still gets no response at all he's up and active in seconds, leaving a final message as he gets his shit together to begin his hunt. ]
Quentin where the fuck are you?
Quentin? [ He calls back and gets nothing. ] Quentin?
[ When he still gets no response at all he's up and active in seconds, leaving a final message as he gets his shit together to begin his hunt. ]
Quentin where the fuck are you?
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