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The Last of Us Sentence Starters

Listed below are various quotes from the video game The Last of Us as well as the Left Behind DLC.

“I haven’t seen you… in I don’t even know how long.”

“But… I wasn’t just anyone, was I?”

“Why did you bring me here?”

“When have you ever cared about what I think?”

“We were good, we were better than good!”

“Who am I to stop you?”

“The one person that can.”

“You really will be miserable without me.”

“Don’t go.”

#meme

"No. No more chemo. She keeps trying to get me to go, but I'm too goddamn tired and too goddamn old." Berthold sighs again--it's the only way to get enough oxygen in his rotting lungs. "She's gonna take it hard when I go. Ma's gone. Ain't got you. Just that shithead keeps selling her dope. Why she picks him over you--hey, here's the stop." He doesn't even bother digging for a wallet. "Get me Pall Malls. Red. Carton of 'em."

“C’mon Bert, stop talking like that.” Roy says, trying to not himself start thinking about when worse comes to worst.

He takes the long way to the liquor store, eventually turning on the radio when Bertholdt goes almost silent. When they do stop, he fishes through his pockets, digging for spare change. “How much is a carton anyway? You might actually save some money if you quit.”

#modern #Anonymous

"Doctors," Berthold spits. "Fucking *vultures*." He sits forward in the passenger seat, gripping the dashboard. "You know what those goddamn doctors do? Fleece you until you're dead. Not a goddamn thing they can do I can't do myself." He shakes his head and bites his lip, remembering. "Not a goddamn thing they can do. I'm done for, kid. Couple months more of roasting--my goose is cooked."

“Might help if you sat back.” Roy waits until Bertholdt is buckled in, easing on the gas and brakes so he doesn’t swing forward.

“Riza told me about the treatments. Who’s been taking you?” For a moment he wishes he had, then maybe then he could have gotten more of the man than closed ears and fuzzy memory. “I’m sure the chemo’s hard on you, but you’ve got a couple of years left on you at least.”

#modern #Anonymous

My girlfriend has been trying to suggest some different animes for me and her response to the last one was “Travis Willingham voices the main character” and now I just may consider....

#outofgloves

"I got plenty of fresh air--pumped in every day." It takes a lot of effort to stand, but he manages it, shuffling unsteadily to the door. No shoes, no coat. He doesn't even grab the keys hanging from the hook by the lightswitch. "Come on, I ain't got all day!"

“Right.” On their way out, Roy grabs the folded up the walker, carrying it out to the car. He watches for the usual change in expression, disappointment, anger, all of which he brushes off quickly. “I don’t want to hear it, Bert.” He says, opening up the trunk. Helping him into the car is another hassle, the old man never did like his help. “When’s the last time you saw the doctor anyway?”

#modern #Anonymous

"Riza? Isn't she at school?" Berthold sighs, rubbing at the pain in his temple. "She took all my smokes. She's always taking stuff. Selling it. That's how she pays for that nasty habit of hers, you know. Nasty habit. Good thing you got rid of her when you did. No sense tying down to..." He shakes his head, but it clears nothing. "I need my smokes. You got your car here? Let's go down to the bodega. Before Riza gets here. She'll make you dinner. But I need my smokes."

“I ought to get you a patch.” Over the years he’d learn to disregard anything he’d say about his daughter, nothing good ever came from it when he actually listened anyway. “Those smokes you like are gonna kill you.”

Roy gets up again, reaching out to adjust the tubes of Bert’s cannula. “But, some fresh might do you some good.”

#modern #Anonymous

"They want my things. I see them looking in here, you know! Everybody wants *my* stuff." Berthold gestures wildly around the room. "I got some valuable stuff hidden in here. Riza keeps moving it. You should take a look, pick out what you want--before I'm dead and the vultures get to me. They're trying to radiate me from that van. Goddamn nurses followed me home. "He blinks, and looks at Roy as though seeing him for the first time. "What're you doing here?"

“It’s me, Bert. Roy. We’ve been talking for about fifteen minutes.” It’s only when he realizes how far gone Bertholdt’s gotten that he starts to remember the guilt. “They’re just vans. They won’t take anything from you unless you let them.”

He pulls the blinds closed, making his way back to the chair, “When’s the last time you saw Riza? Do you remember?”

#modern #Anonymous

"That waste of space--what would she tell me? I wanna know where the hell you been! What, I gotta start dying to get a little attention?" Berthold huffs and blows the steam from his coffee. Movement outside catches his eye. "You see that van? Here yesterday. Damn vultures."

“Now, you should know not visiting is no one’s fault but mine. I’ve been busy, a lot’s happened since I used to come here.”

Roy gets up from the chair, peeking through the half opened blinds, “What do they want from you?”

#modern #Anonymous

"So my deadbeat daughter managed to track you down, then." Berthold squints into the coffee cup and takes a sip. "It'll do, I guess. Water in this building's absolute shit." He's halfway through with this cigarette and already reaching for another. "So. What do you have to say for yourself?"

“What am I supposed to say?” Roy sighs, moving to sit in one of the hardly used armchairs. “What’d she tell you?”

He picks up the lighter from the coffee table, flicking it on once before passing it over. “---if anything.”

#modern #Anonymous

Berthold can hear the lock twisting, but it's too far to get up. "Riza! I told you don't come back! I'm old, not invalid!" He coughs roughly. "Riza! Bring me the coffee if you're going to be here! And the newspaper!"

The house still smells mostly of cigarettes, the stale air almost unchanging after all of the time he’d spent here when he was younger. At Bertholdt barks orders, Roy picks up the accumulating stack of the last half-week’s newspapers, then moving on to mess with the coffee pot.

He tries to remember; black, two sugars, take the spoon out afterward. When he comes in the living room, the old man is in his usual spot, smoke wafting as he continues to take a drag despite the oxygen tank at his feet. “You’ll say I made it too strong for you.” Roy says, setting the cup down on on of the side tables. “Never did get it right.”

#modern

Madame just stares at him for a long moment. "That's not the way I raised you." But then she sighs and pours him another drink. "You got a good reason for it? Or a bad one?"

“None that make you proud of me.”

#modern #Anonymous

theuncagedqueen

“You don’t… you don’t know what he’s like.”

The phone isn’t even hers. Solf knows the passcode–he checks her messages from time to time. He must be busy now, or he would’ve sent a message. Wondering why she hasn’t checked in.

“It’s not–he’ll get bored of me eventually. And then it will be over. But you don’t just leave Kimblee. Not until he’s done with you.”

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“Then go.”

It’s like an off-switch, he thinks, you pick and choose which fight is yours and which to call it quits. Right now at least, he doesn’t think it’s worth it.

“Go do whatever it is you do now.”

#modern #theuncagedqueen #muse still feels wonky but better than the last...all of the previous replies jfc

"Well, it had to be bad if she hurt you back." Madame pours him just a finger and slides it over. "You gonna confess to me, or should I send you back to the nuns?"

“No reason for the nuns, they’d just send me back.” The scotch slides down smooth, he only wishes the haze would come faster. “Cheated on her.”