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(⠀⠀...⠀⠀) ⠀ ⠀𝙷𝙰𝚅𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚂𝙴𝙴𝙽 𝙼𝙴.⠀ ⠀[⸮] ⠀ ⠀ ⠀

[amalgi]

a private multi-muse featuring a wide collection of characters across various media including tv, film, games, etc. as written by mo. this blog is intended for mature audiences, ²¹+. general roleplaying rules apply. pinterest + blog roll.

* character collection. last updated 7/20/2026

video games. tlou + joel miller, game + show influence. tlou + ellie williams, game + show influence. life is strange + rachel amber, game + horror / slasher. rdr + arthur morgan, game + fantasy. far cry 5 + jacob seed, game + post - apoc. telltale's twd + lee everett, game + show influence. wolf among us + bigby wolfe, game + headcanon. television series. twd + beth greene, heavily divergent. twd + michonne hawthorne, heavily divergent. twd + daryl dixon, heavily divergent. bridgerton + anthony bridgerton, heavily divergent. bridgerton + louisa von thatch, original charcter.

Louisa. Defiant, defensive & disastrously prideful only daughter of the respectable, though not particularly influential Baron Thatch.

general film. wicked + galinda upland, musical + film + book. frozen + princess anna, musical + film influence + bridgerton. batb + adam de lebeau, musical + live action film + bridgerton + hc. cinderella + ella tremaine , musical + live action + bridgerton. star wars + anakin skywalker, films + medieval + bridgerton. heathers + heather chandler, musical + film + horror / slasher. dc + jonathan crane, comic + personal adaption.

literature. the outsiders + dallas winston, musical / play adaption + film + book. the great gatsby + jay gatsby, musical + film + book + bridgerton.

private muses. ( written for friends or by plotting. ) marvel + loki laufeyson, * previously @sihlvr. comic + mcu influence + original mythology.

[amalgi]

𝙹ackson strains, as it always had, toward some counterfeit replication of the [ BEFORE. ] A murdered republic of normalcy now peddled in gestures grown pitiful through its overuse. Fairy lights dangle luminous from veins of copper & scavenged patience; musicians coax from catgut & dented brass the skeletal remains of songs half-remembered. Bodies press & sway in the dim, generator fed lighting. THEY ARE CELEBRATING, SUPPOSEDLY. Some anniversary of survival, some successful supply run. This hollow triumph scavenged from the compost of civilization. Truthfully, the excuse hardly ever mattered & what does is the pretense that this is living & everything's fine. Through all of this borrowed nostalgia, Joel leans against the bar in his accustomed posture of fortified indifference, one elbow planted among the scuffed architecture, a small glass beside him containing whatever substance he'd bartered for homemade, more than likely, distilled from something that grew in the gardens & bearing its burn all the same with unnatural fermentation. Lowered shoulders, half-lidded gaze pretending to doze in order to study this herd more efficiently, to calculate angles of approach & exit; take inventory. Calleigh approached Joel with her palm upturned & waiting, with hopeful expectations.

/ @crimenalist : "COME DANCE WITH ME."  ████  ©

“ 𝙸'll, uh... pass on that. ” Refusal rough & unadorned. He shakes his head, just enough to attempt to close the possibility off like a door softly but decisively pulled shut against a draft. Then he lifts the glass & drinks. They've spoken sometimes in the occasional surface-level exchanging of words that passed for conversation in Joel's increasingly atrophied vocabulary.

THESE TWO HAVE ORBITED EACH OTHER'S SEPERATE PLANETS FOR A TIME NOW, SOME GRAVITATION AWARENESS AND GLANCES OF TWO BURNING STARS. THERE'S SOMETHING OF HER THAT REMINDS HIM OF HUMID AFTERNOONS AND THOSE OLD HOUSES WITH BIG OL' PORHCES. THOUGH, JOEL WOULD WATCH HER SOMETIMES WITH THE DULL WONDERMENT OF A MAN NOT TOO NAIVE TO RECOGNIZZING A MIRROR IN SUCH FEMININE SILVERING; ALL THAT SOFT PRESENTATION WRAPPED AROUND AN INTERIOR THAT MIGHT BE HARDER THAN MOST OF THE MEN IN HERE.

[ IN SHORT? ] Enough that she knows enough him to know that he does not dance & enough that he knows she asks anyway, underneath an eye forensic enough to catalogue every micro-expression & press at the bruise. “ Doin' just fine on your own, huh. ” He sets the glass down with a small, definitive click against the wood, & comes that peculiarly Joel-ish combination of deflection. He tips his chin toward the space where bodies shift & turn in clusters under the light. “ Y'go on, how 'bout I'll watch. Somebody ought'a enjoy this shit. ” And there, in that final relinquishing, is the shape of his tenderness.

[glossfang]

MO'S CURRENT BLOG ROLL.

general multi-muse. @amalgi nikki freeman, from obsession. @fremania regina george, from mean girls. @glossfang frank castle, from the punisher. @puinsh

[amalgi]

𝙵rank has never been a particularly religious sort of man. Yet there still exists a faith shared by soldiers & executioners alike: [ THAT ONE FINAL ACT ] might somehow restore an equilibrium. He'd gone into this with the kind of intention men like Frank mistake for a plan: one man behind the door, one final ugly task. That was the shape he'd kicked it into in his head, anyway blunt, stripped, mechanical for if he let himself examine this thing too close, it would swell into something much messier & Frank has never had much patience for mess that talks back to him. So, he comes down the corridor breath hard in his chest, gun pointed to strike. STALE AIR, BAD LIGHT. This ends here. However, Lara has graced herself as footnote in his plan, taking her place between Frank & he, who waits beyond the threshold with rigid, deliberate resolve. Gun raised, shoulders squared. Frank takes in the bruise darkening at her jaw, the scrape near her temple, the sheen of sweat on her skin. He has seen her filthy, furious, bloodied, exhausted & still more composed than he'd ever be. Even now, planted in front of his gun, she carries this impossible self-command. “ Move. ”

His rough comes out rough, worn down to gravel. He jerks the gun & his head slightly to the right, indicating her next directions if she had any sense left. “ This shit ends here. ” He says it plainly. To Frank ? [ HE'S AS GOOD AS DEAD. ] This is procedure. But Lara is standing in the middle of the procedure now & suddenly this is no longer about a target. They have history, the two of them. Theirs exists in fragments unfinished jobs, near-misses, trust.

He knew Lara quite intimately: CROFT? She is polish & control, she is a stranger.

/ @crofter : "TAKE A STEP BACK."  ████  ©

“ Oh, yeah? You givin' me an order, huh, Lara? ” Question is breathless at the edges rage, restraint, memory. HE DOESN'T WANT TO HURT HER. Like shrapnel in his chest. He doesn't want to put her down to get past, doesn't want to know whether she would make him. But Frank has never been built to spare himself & most especially never has promised to spare anybody else. “ Is that you talkin' to me? ” He says, fixated on her face. Then, lower “ Or Miss Croft? 'Cause I only take shit from one a'you. ”

[09011989]

did you rat me out?  ⠀ @amalgi for dallas winston

dear diary,     ⠀i can’t seem to get a read on this guy. i don’t think he trusts me. i don’t particularly blame him. i’m not sure i trust myself either.

they meet eyes for the first time across the small, rundown gas station. veronica looks for a long time. longer than is socially acceptable. she attempts to distract herself by bringing the slushee she’s drinking to her lips, breaking the monotony. the red dye from the artificial cherry flavoring coats the inside of her mouth as she keeps staring. eventually, her straw reaches the bottom of the cup, and brings her back to reality. she goes to refill her drink before checking out, too distracted to speak to the cashier.

as she’s leaving she glances over at him one more time, though he’s no longer looking at her. he’s entirely focused on something else. she lingers near the door, trying to figure out what he’s doing, but before she’s able, he catches her eye again and she not-very-casually makes her way out the door — into the muggy nighttime air.

outside, it smells of wet asphalt and secondhand smoke and veronica sits on the edge of the sidewalk, a cigarette between her fingers and her cherry slushee sat on the concrete beside her. her head turns when she hears the door chime as he’s being thrown out by the gas station attendant. again, she lets curiosity win, looking for a moment too long, trying to decipher what had happened. 

“ no. i barely spoke to the guy. he gave me my change and i came out here. ” the truth, her plea of innocence declared as she puts out her cigarette on the asphalt, ash building up beneath it. “ besides, i wasn’t paying attention to you. ” and there’s the lie! even now, she can’t look away from him. she stands up, wiping the gravel off of her skirt. “ well. hope you have a good night. ”

[amalgi]

𝚃he [ CLERK'S ] hands are on him when Dallas offers an aggrieved little take it easy, will ya ? that cheap hard shell of bravado boys like him cultivate. The door exhales him into the night with graceless finality & the fluorescent wash of the gas station follows after in a pale, sickly spill, licking at the edges of him before the parking lots muggy dark drags him back into its broader jurisdiction. damp & overripe with SUMMER : wet asphalt breathing up its black mineral heat, gasoline hanging off the air. & dallas, because he is rather incapable of being dismissed without re-staging oneself upstage right hikes himself up onto the hood of his [ THUNDERBIRD ] ... juvenile mythology. He sprawls onto his elbows with the insolent ease of a gutter prince reclaiming his throne. From here, he gets a proper look, bunt & adolescent inventory. That newer girl, cherry slushie staining her lips in its artificial glow, all too-obvious curiosity & too-careful detachment. Pretty cute, he decides, alongside his ego. Perhaps, she had looked at him as much as he'd looked at her. “ Oh, yeah? ” he says, because contradiction passes as his mother tongue. The words come rough & lazy, pitched through his amusement, lets the heeding line go with a smirk. “ Well, I gotta tell ya' lying is real ugly on a face like that. ”

There's something barometrically revealing here; he is one thing, if he were no other thing [ CRUDE ] in the old, hard-handed way, in the way of boys half-raised by other boys & grievance & misogyny, who have learned to handle attractions by pinching it until it bruises. Curiosity wears a dirty mouth. So, when she tossed him the clipped farewells of the night, he swats it out of the air almost before she'd even finished. “ Don't tell me what to do. ” Immediate, knowingly childish. He says it with that shit-eating grin stretched upon his features, eyes baring holes into her back as she starts off. Calculation; he lets her get a few steps. Lets this possibility of distance and departure ripen just enough, then snatches it just as quickly. “ Slushie, where you goin'? ” Cocky amusement, rising to hunched spine there on the hot hood of the Thunderbird. “ Ain't your mama ever taught ya that, y'know takin' off like that isn't real proper? ” Says Dally Winston, of all people. The little wag of his finger, tsk tsk tsk of it, chiding cadence.

He, thrown bodily out of a gas station who's had enough of his mouth & stealing of cigarettes. And he, harbinger of all things rude & unproper, lecturing her about manners. The irony of it all curdles into a shape of charm of its own.

As he does not quite know how to leave well enough alone or rather, doesn't want to he crooks his fingers toward himself in one summon. “ C'mon back here. ” He crouches the curiosity in needling insolence, in the cheap vernacular of a boy who would sooner make a charmed nuisance of himself than to admit anything otherwise.

[amalgi]

𝙸n retrospect, [ HEATHER CHANDLER ] is a mythic bitch; Once this principle is accepted as law, the whole thing ceases to be so confusing & becomes almost entirely legible.

𝚃his mall receives these two queen bees in its usual obscene grandeur that fluorescent appetite and aspiration, polished tile & mirrored columns & storefronts glowing with cold evangelism. THEIR NATURAL HABITAT. Jennifer, in this moment of miscalculation or else infuriating intimacy names Heather's tone. And in that voice, for fucks sake. The one most would reserve for chiding small children & skittish animals.

/ @jennifercheck : "STOP PICKING FIGHTS WHEN YOU'RE TIRED." , ©

𝙸t takes very few words to reach her threshold, a hard internal click. Her arms cross over her chest with the clipped, declarative finality of shutter slammed against a storm & sets her shoulders square. “ Quit rootin' around my psyche, will'ya? IT'S CREEPY. ” The line slices, Heather's bluntness has none of the fumbling heaviness of any ordinary cruelty, [ she is too good at it for that. ] She attempts to paint Jennifer's observation sound less like insight more trespass, less like care more of some clammy little vice, as if being faithfully perceptive about one Heather Chandler without any particular invitations, were akin to sticking one's hands where they clearly do not belong. “ What are you, my fuckin' sponsor? ” And yet, because she is not simple, because bitches of Heather's caliber rarely are there is always in the center of perfect abrasiveness some exquisitely defended little mechanism. So, she concedes, Though in the narrow, weaponized manner available to her. She may not say you're right, Jen, help me !! ; such a statement would require introspection & surrender, two vulgarities that neither of which does she possess. [ HEATHER DOES AS HEATHER MUST: CORRECTION. ] “ ... I'm starving, actually. Y'know, FYI. ” Important distinction, of course. A more solvable problem then how undeniably weary she is. Do not psychoanalyze Heather.

“ Buy me fries. ” The words are tossed off with careless authority, with which a duchess might ask for a cigarette to be lit or a coat to be fetched. Heather has merely translated vulnerabilities into task, turned whatever live, & embarrassing thing Jennifer had nearly touched her french-tipped thumb to into something so banal. Feed your cunt of a girlfriend. Girlfriend? Titles between them have always felt terribly bureaucratic. [ Lovers? Co-conspirators? ] Take your pick. Girlfriend, sometimes. Keeper, frequently.

[ohisms]

✱ ˚｡⋆ ↪ MAKING DEMANDS ... [ REMASTERED ] ( a collection of various original dialogue prompts centered around posing requests / demands. adjust phrasing / gendered terms as necessary. )

memorize my coffee order, already!

quit fidgeting, you look suspicious.

stop comparing yourself, it's pointless.

give yourself a minute, [ name ]. you need rest.

don't move ... a single muscle.

can you teach me how to do that?

order room service – let's be lazy today.

pull out your ID, they card everyone here.

pack light, we'll be walking for awhile.

stop second guessing yourself.

don't say another word.

show me what you've been working on.

we're already late, can you hurry?!

we don't have time for this, [ name ].

just take the compliment, okay?

don't you dare just leave me here.

quit being so stubborn about this.

relax, i've got everything handled.

turn up the music! i love this song.

take my jacket, i'm not asking.

give me your hand, let's take a walk.

order whatever you want, it's my treat.

stop picking fights when you're tired.

meet me tonight ... our spot.

loosen up, quit being so serious all the time.

stay awake, you might have a concussion.

just let yourself be happy for once.

you have to stop sabotaging yourself.

tell me why you're really here.

drop your [ weapon / gun / knife ]!

quit trying to change the subject.

just breathe with me for a minute. in, out.

follow me and stay close.

just be yourself, [ name ]. that's all i want.

call me when you get home safe.

don't beg,  it's pathetic.

stop trying to fix everyone else's problems.

can you  [ tie / zip ]  this for me?

stop lying to me.  tell me what you did.

put that down,  you don't know what it is.

tell me what you're thinking right now.

stay quiet until i figure this out.

tell me something i don't know about you.

come dance with me.

get out of my sight.

wear the [ item ] i bought you tonight.

take my arm, those heels look dangerous.

let me drive – you can enjoy the scenery.

can you stop hovering?

wait ...! hold still, i want to take a picture.

keep your hands where i can see them.

stop pretending you know what's going on.

find a first-aid kit.  quickly!

you can't tell anyone what you saw.

take a nap, i'll wake you for dinner.

keep your voice down, they'll hear us.

don't you dare lie to me.

take the scenic route, we're not in a rush.

tell me a story from when you were little.

answer your phone when i call you.

give me your jacket, i'm freezing.

don't get yourself killed.

tell me what you see when you look at yourself.

tell me what you see when you look at me.

stop being so modest about your achievements!

leave them to me,  just go.

just admit that you love me.

just admit that you hate me.

come here,  let me look at you.

don't listen to them, they don't know what they're talking about.

[ name ],  don't make me do this.

drop your  [ weapon ].

stay here and wait for my signal.

don't just sit there,  move.

take this and run,  don't let anyone have it.

pretend you're my  [ partner / gf / bf ].

don't look , you'll give us away.

stay with me, don't drift off.

stop pretending like you care.

go make sure the coast is clear.

take this with you.  it's a good luck charm.

don't tell anyone about this.

if anybody asks about today,  lie.

stop looking at me like that.

tell me you love me.

just kiss me,  already.

talk to me in [ language ].

keep your eyes on the road.

stop crying and calm down.

give me one chance to explain.

come with me.  there's so much we could do.

wear the  [ dress / tie / item ]  i gave you tonight.

show me how you like to be touched.

hold my hand.

kiss me,  make it look real.

look at me.  how many fingers am i holding up?

[ name ] ... will you marry me?

just slow down for a minute.  what's going on?

take a deep breath,  you need to calm down.

get out of here,  [ name ]!

draw your weapon.

go rest.  i'm not asking.

take a step back.

keep your promise for once.

quit assuming you know what i'm thinking.

give me a straight answer.

be polite to our guests.

look me in the eye and say that again.

put your feelings aside for a moment.

keep close to me.

here,  let me see that.

look up at the sky.

run ... run and don't stop!

get out of here,  i don't want to see you right now.

stand up,  this isn't over yet.

close your eyes and count to ten.

keep your head down and keep moving.

[ name ],  let me past.

listen carefully to what i'm about to say.

don't just stare, come in.

stop laughing, this isn't funny.

take this and hide it from me.

don't make a sound.

the sidewalk is slippery, give me your hand.

quit causing problems everywhere you go.

just admit that you don't know what you're doing.

stop right there, i mean it.

don't say that name aloud.

just trust me, okay?

stop acting so childish.

call the police.  now.

tell me you love me, even if it's not real.

take a good hard look.

stop the car,  [ name ].

let me walk you to your [ door / car ].

almost done, just give me five more minutes!

don't make eye contact.

stay out of trouble.

let me see that beautiful smile again.

just do it already,  we've waited long enough.

hold me tight,  and never let me go.

finish what you started.

tell me what you know.

quit being so melodramatic.

just stay away from me.

turn around.  slowly.

don't be scared.

put it down before somebody gets hurt.

stop pretending , i'm tired of the pretending.

grab me my  [ item ],  will you?

don't make assumptions.

put this over it to stop the bleeding.

get to safety! i'll be right behind you!

stay the night, i hate sleeping alone.

wipe that look off your face.

keep an eye on them.

look at yourself in the mirror.

eat.  you haven't touched your food in days.

[amalgi]

MO'S CURRENT BLOG ROLL.

general multi-muse. @amalgi nikki freeman, from obsession. @fremania regina george, from mean girls. @glossfang daryl dixon, from the walking dead. @lazirus

[amalgi]

do you look like raiders to you? * maggie and joel,

dust, and the way it hangs there in air. JOEL MILLER: he stands there with the weight of a thousand years lodged somewhere behind his eyes, posture stiffened, RIFLE PRESENT. [ this is how survival looks. ] those kind of years cling to him in layers, sedimentary and unmoving. “ these days? hard to tell. ” words come war-roughened, scoured down to the BONES. you see, faces blur together after a while: raiders, wanderers, saints & sinners. they all bleed red. his gaze skims the way A MAN WOULD CHECK THE WEATHER. measuring clouds and lightning in daylight. he has seen too many that didn't look their part. they wear it like borrowed coats. “ i don't got nothin' for you or your people. ” there's heat in it, a boundary line drawn here in the dirt. it's not personal. it's how the world works. it's the girl he's got hiding in the closet.

“ you'd best keep on movin'. ” dismissal, a chance to choose the direction of your very own footsteps. generosity, once upon a time and such, might've been a virtue NOW, IT'S THAT OF A LIABILITY. the gun is pointed and he waits.

[amalgi]

" tell you what, you can go with me. " / david for beth

for just a moment, domesticity lives right here. funeral walls still scarred with old damage, bullet holes patched, windows filmed over with DUST AND TIME. habitable. “ wait really? ” it hardly lands before she's already in motion, momentum seizing her like grace mid-fall. beth is up from the table and off, chair legs scraping a startled protest, boots light against warped floorboards. it's an energy spark! decision rewound in her spine, sprinting toward the second room. it's been weeks, feels like months, of stillness and such an idea feels illicit. “ i'll be so fast, i swear! ” her voice ricochets back from the next room over, BUOYANT AND BRIGHT and threaded through with rummaging drawers opened too quickly, metal kissing metal as her fingertips find blade, pack shrugged on with the ease that comes with ritual. bethany speaks while she moves, words tumbling around themselves, “ think we'll find somethin' good? soup, maybe ... canned peaches? ” hope slips into such questions SIDEWAYS, peeking out from behind the ribs and testing the air.

for a moment, the world narrows to an image of shelves and dust-coated labels. peaches mean summers on the farm that didn't end up in smoke, soup means clear-polished hands wrapped around its warmth rather than blades. they are artifacts.

beth reappears in the dining space then, framed by the doorway, a smile wide and unguarded. “ i'd sure love a candy bar, ” she adds. “ it's been, like, a hundred years. ” god, it really has. in the long arithmetic of loss that counts time by such. the wish lands gently and devastatingly. the air thickens a bit around the moment. she grips fingertips around the shoulder of her bag. there's GRUMPY-PANTS DAVID, sharp edged and tight silences. beth understands that david tends to pretend he isn't fazed and that he's very good at that. the scowls, the plain faces, flat and utilitarian. he double-checks doors before they sleep, he gives her the warmer corner of the room. she chooses not to push, but to meet him right where he is. with exaggerations and light. after all, grumpy-pants or not, he asked her to tag along.

[rpstartersinc]

* 𝐇𝐁𝐎'𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐔𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝟐.

feel free to change pronouns / wording! spoilers ahead!

— " we didn't save anyone, did we? " — " none of this is fucking fair. " — " when we kill him, we kill him slowly. " — " first of all, 'okay' means stop. " — " sorry, i was in the moment. " — " i know i'm a hard-ass, and maybe overprotective. " — " i can't hold myself responsible for another person's emotional state. " — " are you in fucking therapy? " — " don't tell anyone i'm in therapy. " — " it ain't the scope, it's the shooter. " — " you wandered off on your own. we have rules for reasons. " — " i woke up this morning feeling sad. " — " you're lying to me, and it's exhausting. " — " you can't heal something unless you're brave enough to say it out loud. " — " i can help you. say it out loud, no matter what is, no matter how bad, i promise i will help. " — " jokes aside, can you take things a little more seriously? " — " tell you what, you can go with me. " — " how many infected does it take to bring down a bear? " — " maybe there's a regular person who's trapped and needs help. " — " did you get bit? do i have to shoot you in the face? " — " i hate these things. " — " i have a very serious question for you. how bad do i smell? " — " every guy in this room is staring at you right now. " — " i'm not a threat. " — " i don't need your fucking help. " — " we said that we weren't gonna hurt anyone else. " — " wow, you look like shit. " — " it didn't mean anything. " — " prepare for the worst, hope for the best. " — " ten seconds in, i already can't feel my ass. " — " what are you gonna do? couldn't be saved. " — " where the fuck did they even come from? " — " if i don't make it, i don't make it. " — " i'm gonna take a look. " — " do we look like raiders to you? " — " you're tough, i guess you probably have to be, killing all those people. " — " we don't kill people that can't defend themselves. " — " there are just some things everyone agrees are just fucking wrong. " — " you don't get to rush this. " — " please, get up. " — " i'm gonna kill you. " — " are you in pain? " — " your final moment with someone doesn't define your whole time with them. " — " you cost us time. you let them get away. " — " why wouldn't we wanna take our vengeance? " — " forgive and be forgiven. " — " i normally don't think before i talk, which has gotten me in trouble before, a lot. " — " i don't think that we're strangers to each other. " — " i want to know that i can count on you. " — " i swear, if someone hurts any of you, or the people you love, you can count on me. " — " you're not here 'cause you're worried about me. " — " some people just can't be saved. " — " i shoot a guy, and you feel sorry for me? " — " holy shit that came on fast, how the fuck did you know that was gonna happen? " — " it doesn't mean anything, if that's what you're asking. " — " it wasn't easy to look at either. " — " it's quiet. " — " too quiet. " — " i was trying to sound like a badass. " — " you wanna die? fine. " — " welcome to the fight. " — " now, make your choice. " — " alright, hit it. people to kill. " — " i've never seen a tank this close. " — " these guys were just assholes killed by other assholes. " — " shout if something tries to kill you. " — " is this place gonna fall down on us? " — " please don't make this any harder than it has to be. " — " i would die for you. " — " is this where you were bitten before? " — " it's a little thing, but when you start to hide little things they become big things. " — " i knew how you felt about me. " — " i was hiding it really well. " — " not everyone's as brave as you. " — " you don't have to go. " — " your soldiers are loyal to you. " — " i thought maybe he had been bit. " — " these motherfuckers talk on the radio like they know no one is listening. " — " they're overconfident, it gives us an edge. " — " what we're doing is reckless. " — " are you sure this way is safe? " — " you don't trust me? " — " let's just talk like everything's fine because if i get too anxious i'm gonna barf again. " — " we shouldn't be here. " — " i shouldn't have dragged you here. "

— " if i die it's on me, it won't be your fault. " — " don't get angry. you're a little crazy, and that's exciting. it's one of the reasons i love you. " — " you love me? " — " do i look like i wanna fucking talk to you right now? " — " you came alone? " — " i'm sorry you saw it happen. " — " no one should ever have to see something like that. " — " sometimes, at night, i still hear his screams. " — " the little bitch got what he deserved. " — " there was blood everywhere. " — " when it's your turn, i hope you do a little better than me. " — " you're not gonna guess. " — " how do you even know where we are? " — " you should enjoy being a kid for now. " — " oh because childhood has been such a joy for me so far. " — " you're gonna need something called patience. " — " i'm on a motherfucking dinosaur! " — " so, all the teenage shit all at once, huh? " — " you may not like the rules, but this is my house. " — " i had trouble sleeping. " — " i'm not your fucking kid, i'm your partner. " — " we stick together. " — " i need you to not turn around. " — " if you love someone, you can always see their face. " — " i had no choice. " — " i love you, in a way you can't understand. " — " i don't think i can forgive you for this. " — " you can't let me die. " — " let me see. " — " you shouldn't be on your feet yet. " — " i am not dying out here. " — " everything you do, you do for you. " — " you think you're good and i'm bad? " — " i really hope you make it. " — " i'm the one who kept you alive. " — " they made their choices. " — " thank you for coming back. " — " if i were out there somewhere, lost and in trouble, you would set the world on fire to save me. " — " i didn't mean to hurt them. " — " i let you live, and you wasted it. "