aren holzer:
“ Yes ! Sometimes you make sacrifices, Easton. How damn HARD is that to comprehend ? No one’s controlling you … Maybe that’s the problem. – – - I don’t know, all the sick, they’re bein’ quarantined. Can’t talk to ‘em. Heard it’s like the flu, but worse. Some of ‘em are coughin’ up blood. ”
‘ but i came BACK, aren. i could’ve left forever, hell — i wanted to ! but i DIDN’T. sacrifices for what ? —— for who ? people die — or leave, all the time ! that’s just how it works, right ? so why can’t i do that ? why can’t i just leave ? why does it MATTER ? ——— what does that mean ? why can’t we talk to them ? ’








