dialogue prompts from the down days by ilze hugo.
it was so worth it, wasn't it?
i'm not an extrovert like you. i need my space.
always the comedian, aren't you?
are you ready to be a martyr? do the right thing?
denial is practically my middle name.
i got into this to help people.
i promised myself i'd never look back.
i've done my research. i know the law.
find what you're looking for?
you're acting suspicious as fuck.
you think you're invincible, don't you?
you're not crazy. you're grieving.
is this 'fuck with me' friday?
have you started smoking again?
your _____ seems like it's really bothering you today. you keep grimacing.
cross your heart and hope to die?
you're in a better mood. what happened?
i've just gained some perspective on a few things, is all.
i have to do everything to keep you safe, even if it seems crazy.
cold feet? if you keep walking, they'll warm up.
i'm turning into my mother.
let's pretend none of this happened and move on, okay?
i can't believe i trusted you.
hear me out. i can explain.
i'm nobody's darling, darling.
i really don't see how you can dig your way out of this one.
if i had to give myself a label, it would be 'hopesmith'.
you don't have to believe in something to be an expert in it.
hope isn't free. it always comes at a cost.
seriously. i can't take you anywhere.
there's no such thing as luck. or fate. or choosing your own reality in seven different colors and sizes with free shipping via amazon, or whatever.
you just can't help yourself, can you?
i'm sorry. i'm being an ass again, aren't i?
you look like you're having a rough week. can i buy you a coffee?
no strings, just caffeine. it's a sin to say no to a free cup of coffee.
spirits for the spirit, as my uncle used to say.
i like solving puzzles. the more difficult, the better.
some weeds can't be pruned, my gran used to say. their roots run too deep.
always the comedian, aren't you?
you keep tapping your nails against the table. i can't concentrate.
i'm guessing this isn't a social call.
i prefer to kick it old school, thank you very much.
you've been hiding from the hurt for too long. it's consuming you.
people lie all the time, for all sorts of reasons.
i do my best thinking on my feet.
i could do with a good caped crusader, right now.
i could do with a good saving. not a knight, though. no shining armor, thanks. and no horses, either.
i don't know anymore where 'now' begins and 'then' ends.
i know who you are. i've seen you.
i've never been good with uncomfortable silences.
this isn't a tv show, it's real life. things just happen.
sometimes you have to look after yourself, too.
aren't you even curious? after everything?
i'm nobody's fucking pinnochio. i'll dangle my own damn strings, thank you.
stop pretending you don't care about anything.
just trust me. and if you can't trust me, trust ______.
don't worry about that. it's all sorted. i phoned a friend.
you can be quite funny, if you try.
you can't fight fire with fire. take it from me.
you don't know what it's like to have no one.
you don't have to pretend anymore.
i've always liked the idea of reincarnation. a fresh start, a chance to try again.
to tell you the truth, i still don't know what to make of all this.
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