Dead men talk

Zane MarshallParamedicNeutral When bad men combine, the good must associate; else they will fall, one by one, an unpitied sacrifice in a contemptible struggle.

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sentence starters: quotes from my tomodachi life game, part 5.

❝ i don’t think the boat is coming… ❞

❝ don’t you worry about me. i’ll be careful out there, just like always! ❞

❝ i try to pretend i’m asleep on the train so no one tries to talk to me. ❞

❝ i’m a big fan of taking naps. the more naps per day, the better. ❞

❝ i’m finally starting to feel better. ❞

❝ i’m afraid my self-confidence is way lower than it should be… ❞

❝ you’re a puzzle master! ❞

❝ are you hungry? i bet you’re hungry. ❞

❝ it’s saturday! are you free to relax today, [name]? ❞

❝ i feel like i waste my precious time off when i sleep in on the weekend. ❞

❝ i’m happiest when i’m working by myself. people complicate things. ❞

❝ i try to act cool in front of my buddies. it’s not that hard, ha ha! ❞

❝ dream big! do it for those of us who lack the confidence to do the same… ❞

❝ i think [name] and i must have known each other in a past life… ❞

❝ i’m going to make something stylish, just you wait. ❞

❝ i can make all my own clothes now! ❞

❝ this outfit is the epitome of nowness. ❞

❝ i think i made some nice clothes. ❞

❝ this is some serious avant-garde stuff i’m working on! ❞

❝ if closing business deals is your thing, this outfit will be your secret weapon. ❞

❝ sometimes it’s best to keep it simple. ❞

❝ thanks for being so nice! please accept this token of my gratitude. ❞

❝ i love taking apart mechanical pencils and then putting them back together. ❞

❝ talking in front of crowds is overrated. and by overrated, i mean terrifying. ❞

❝ i memorized the lyrics to all the songs on my cd! want me to sing them to you? ❞

❝ i have something important to tell you. ❞

❝ no matter what i wear, i look mighty fine. ❞

❝ you’re doomed to fail — may as well hit the sack. ❞

❝ i’m crazy talented, so we’re completely unalike. ❞

❝ you’re why they say that talk is cheap. ❞

❝ hearing you rap makes it hard to stay awake. ❞

❝ i’m super cool like a fresh milkshake. ❞

❝ your goofy clothes are quite a sight. ❞

❝ i don’t get irritated very often, but today isn’t going so great. ❞

❝ i always get lost when i’m somewhere i’ve never been before. ❞

❝ i’m feeling unsure of myself… ❞

❝ i’m not hungry enough to eat this. ❞

❝ i have feelings for [name]. ❞

❝ [name] rejected me, but i’m not going to give up so easily! ❞

❝ i have to try again, or i’ll regret it. ❞

❝ what do you think? ❞

❝ that turned out horribly. ❞

❝ i’m finally ready to let go. ❞

❝ that tasted pretty weird… ❞

❝ sometimes when people try to give me advice, i just nod and pretend to listen. ❞

❝ i feel a lot calmer now. ❞

❝ this is my chance to get ahead! ❞

❝ i have a whole collection of books i borrowed but never read. ❞

❝ i feel the most awake at night, for some reason. maybe i’m part owl… ❞

❝ having close friends makes me feel stronger, like i can overcome anything! ❞

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headcanon memes inspired by things i like, part 1. 

send in a symbol i’ll answer the corresponding question about my muse!

[ 🏃‍♂️ ] does your muse have escapist tendencies?

[ 💄 ] does your muse have an aesthetic? do they adhere strictly to it?

[ 👥 ] does your muse have many friends? do people feel they can rely on your muse?

[ 📚 ] what is your muse’s favourite genre of books, tv, movies, etc.?

[ 💐 ] what is your muse like in relationships?

[ 💍 ] how dedicated is your muse to their job?

[ 🍺 ] does your muse have any addictions?

[ 🍀 ] does your muse believe in luck? do they have a good luck charm or rituals they follow to avoid bad luck?

[ 🎀 ] does your muse have any childhood friends or people that are important to them?

[ 💕 ] does your muse believe in true love? do they believe in love at all?

[ 🧸 ] does your muse have any guilty pleasures or hobbies that make them embarrassed?

[ 🌟 ] is your muse comfortable in their identity? are they insecure or confident?

[ 🧭 ] does your muse know what they want? how well can they advocate for themselves?

[ 🎈 ] does your muse have many regrets? what are they?

[ 🏆 ] is your muse afraid of failure? what do they do when they fail?

[ 💭 ] does your muse have imaginary friends? did they have any as a child?

[ 🩹 ] what does your muse do to de-stress?

[ 🚓 ] would your muse break the law?

[ 🧲 ] is your muse generally flirty, or are they more reserved?

[ 🗾 ] how self-sufficient is your muse? are they more independent, or do they need others around them?

[ 🙏 ] is your muse religious? what do they believe in, if anything?

[ 👻 ] if your muse were a fantasy creature, what kind would they be? why?

[ ⚖️ ] what is your muse’s moral code? what kind of morality do they have?

[ 💥 ] is your muse determined, or do they give up easily?

[ 🃏 ] how does your muse handle being lied to?

[ 🥀 ] would your muse betray someone they love?

[ 🥊 ] how strong is your muse’s survival instinct?

[ 🌼 ] what kind of first impression does your muse leave?

[ 🐣 ] does your muse have anyone they look up to?

[ 🎨 ] is your muse artistic? do they want to be?

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zehraxkaplan​:

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There’s nowhere else, and no one else, I’d rather be with. Promise.

How she wished that could remain true for a day longer, but once the wedding descended into chaos and Zehra escaped the bloodshed purely due to being a relatively unknown Viper, it all splintered. The normalcy, the steady rhythm she and Zane had finally begun to reach in their fledgling relationship. If her episode hadn’t frightened him off then certainly this would–– no, should. Time for shoddy half-explanations would come later as the brunette attempted to scour the frantic crowd abandoning the farm, dark hues searching for a familiar profile amidst the terrorized faces. 

Always running back into the fire for the sake of others… Until she saw him, clothes clearly bloodied during the brief time in which they were separated and immediately panic brewed within her chest. Please be somebody else’s, please be somebody else’s. “Zane!” Shouting hardly mattered when the overarching decibel rang so high, but in a matter of seconds she reached his side as fingers immediately steadied the man’s larger form. “Are you okay?” A question that hardly required answering, she knew the signs of blood loss well enough by now. “You need to sit down, the less movement the better.”

By the time he’d made any effort in pushing people towards the closest exits and searching nearby rooms for anyone that might have been left behind, the majority of the gunfire seemed to have faded. Given, the loud popping sound still perforated the vast expanse of chaos that adorned the Cressino farm, he moved with precision, or at least as much of it as he could manage while the throbbing pain in his side began to grow more prominent. Adrenaline now beginning to settle wore thin the definition in his vision just as a voice, much smaller than one he expected perked up from behind what appeared to be a length of curtain. The young boy pale with features grazed weakened Zane even further as he already felt as he knelt and coaxed him from his hiding place. It felt like a lifetime before he broke the once beautiful pavilion to the open air, the boy clinging to him despite the fact that the paramedic could scarcely return such a possessive hold for the lacking blood circulating his system. The sound of sirens gave him a moment to breathe, though he could tell they’d yet to arrive on scene, he felt comfortable enough to let the boy down to his feet - the weight of the child gone a relief as he felt the touch of another. Hues hazy, lifted to meet what a far more poetic man might have considered an angel, “It went through.” He mumbled, trying not to place too much of his weight into her hands, “The bullet...” His mouth dry, Zane tried to swallow back, “Straight through. Your friends?” Zehra had, afterall, been the one invited, it went without saying that the majority of the people here, she knew. “You’re not hurt are you?”

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anikam​:

ANIKA  WAS  WELL  VERSED  IN  shock, having seen in more often than not at Mercy. Just a general glance around the general populace showed that everyone was in varying degrees of it, struggling to deal with what had just occurred, but where most seemed to be running in a panic with no direction, Anika couldn’t afford that. She had Harper to worry about, and somehow make it out of the venue without her daughter seeing even more of the chaos around her. She had gotten lucky with Harper not seeing one of her aunt’s deaths, and the other’s almost death, and she wasn’t going to tempt fate anymore than she already had. “Hold onto me baby, don’t let go, okay?” she instructed as gently as she could, pushing her way through floundering bodies towards anything that looked like it could’ve been a way out.

With her arms securely wrapped around Harper, chocolate hues frantically scanning the venue, she jumped when she was touched, first instinct being to flinch away and rip her hand out of the grasp, though she regretted it almost instantly when she saw the state that he was in. “You need …  ”  Medical attention, something to stop the bleeding, gauze, wraps  ——  all things that Anika didn’t have. “Rip off some of your shirt and wrap it tight around that so that you don’t lose any blood, and then come on.” It didn’t make any sense to leave him there too.

“I know, I know.” And he did. At first glance, Zane could almost predict how much blood he’d lost and how much damage the bullet could have done as it tore through his body and exited just beneath his ribs. His voice didn’t hold an ounce of condescension at all, rather, he was dreading the inevitable, the already torn remnants of his jacket wrapped around his torso as he prepared to tighten it. “I’ve got it.” His mind already reeling ahead five paces, force of habit from so many years in service. “Is she okay?” He asked, briefly glancing towards the little girl with her - he couldn’t imagine having a child anywhere near this, and his heart ached for the woman if that were the case. “I can’t go with you,” Not yet. Regardless of whether it aligned with him being a paramedic or a soldier, it simply wasn’t in him, injured or not. “Do you remember what I said? Find another way.”

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violetxmarino​:

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Violet crumpled to the ground at the very instance the trigger was pulled. It was as if the entire room silenced for that one moment where the man on stage’s finger curled and let fire a single moment. The next instant that quiet was shattered and all she could hear were noises; people running, others being held in place, and most importantly the screams. The tears pooled in her eyes fell without her even realizing as her gaze shifted around the room for her siblings. She had to find them despite every instinct in her wanting to shut her eyes and wake up from whatever tormented nightmare this was. 

Reality sank in when someone’s hand was going around her wrist clearly wet with something. She looked down to see the blood and then moved to look at the man.  “What?” was all that she could muster before shaking her head. Vi had many instances in her life where’d she had run when things had gotten difficult. If that didn’t work she’d register herself some place else and let other deal. Tonight was not one of those times. “I’m not leaving you.” her own voice wasn’t one she recognized trying to keep it steady because if she didn’t the sob that was being restrained would finally fall from her lips. Frantically she searched around them for something—anything to press against where he was bleeding. That’s what she was supposed to do right? she thought to herself before finally deciding on yanking a nearby table cloth. 

Watching everything tick over in Violet’s mind was almost painful. Confusion and uncertainty all settling into one and he only briefly wondered whether it would morph into shock or panic, forever thinking of what he could see that might potentially need dealing with before himself. “Violet,” He said steadily - somehow more so than even she. The through and through shot was alarming, but not an immediate problem and certainly not one that could be dealt with here and now. As she pulled at the table cloth, his bloodied hand moved to grasp gently at her wrist, “It’s okay, I’ll be right behind you.” He assured her, even if it was potentially a lie, but his only concern was helping as many people find safety as he possibly could. That’s all his intention had ever been, in this life and his last. Briefly, he saw himself on foreign soil. evacuating innocent families in lieu of the knowledge they’d received about the incoming raid and the world that subsequently drew him into a parallel black hole to the one they now existed within. “We need to get you out of here, okay?” Isabella would never forgive him, he’d never forgive himself if Violet became just another number in the long list of casualties. He shifted, painfully, until he could somewhat sit up, “We’ll go together.”

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zehraxkaplan​:

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“Maybe we did.” Zehra, at least, felt as if she discovered a literal unicorn in the paramedic after all that occurred in recent weeks. Someone patient, gentle, respectful of her space and inability to outright divulge the worst of her demons. “We’re more like acquaintances, if anything. I suppose when money isn’t much of an object, you can afford to host people from every circle of your life.” Accepting her own drink with a grateful smile, she followed him easily towards a pathway around the bustling reception. Too many people, most of whom were beyond nightmarish to even contemplate existing in one setting together. Fletcher Williams was a symptom of the greater disease really. “Thank you for coming with me, by the way. And thanks for staying even though we’re being watched.” Another half-grin as she gestured vaguely to where Maddy was overlooking from a distance.

The laugh that swelled within his chest gave further rise to the smile that hadn’t yet left his features. “All things considered, I’m not sure the guest list is the only thing they went a little over the top on. I’m not sure I’ve ever seen a wedding so...” He didn’t really know how to finish, everything that came to mind seemed a little on the nose - in reality, it was a beautiful wedding, “And I’m from Texas.” Where, they’d already established, everything was far bigger than necessary. “I’m glad you were invited though,” Somehow, he was worried that without the wedding, whatever was happening between them might have fallen wayside. Casting hues towards Maddy, Zane gestured towards her with a gentle wave before turning his full attention back to Zehra, “You don’t have to thank me,” His voice fell a little softer, “There’s nowhere else, and no one else, I’d rather be with,” A sentiment that fell against her lips as he leaned in to press a gentle kiss, “Promise “

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status: open location: cressino farm | post plot drop

Muscle memory was an interesting thing. That a person could go years without realizing how automatic a piece of them had become, to morphine into a complete stranger to it, only to then be cast into the chaos that followed in the memories their body held, seemed all too much. A memory, that cast fire and ice into the underside of his ribs as pain lacerated and echoed throughout his chest. The weight of it caught him off guard, already casting his body weight to shield Zehra as the ever familiar metallic pop drowned out the room with a violent cacophony. 

His shoulder hit the ground, shifting out of place and the hands that reached out for him didn’t register immediately. Instead, his mind reverted back to a darker place - a darker time, and Zane Marshall spun into overdrive. Fingertips reached around his waist, feeling for the warm liquid he hoped for. Bingo - straight through, he could manage with that. Hands stained with his own blood curled around someone's wrist, their frantic panic evident in their voice, “Hey, listen to me..” Pulling himself up, he winced but followed through, breathing heavily through it as he spoke, “Find another exit,” the barrage of guests all heading towards the nearest entrance, and already, he knew that would cause more problems than anything. “If you can’t, break whatever window you can find and get out, but do not follow everyone else.” Better to be the straggler than the lamb for slaughter. 

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gracetaylorwilliams​:

location: carpark time: 12:04 pm status: closed for @zanemarshcxll​

That off feeling that had existed since the morning was only deferrable by alcohol, and though she could somewhat skate beneath detection, it didn’t seem like it would be all that likely that she’d be able to for long. Not when the ceremony was due to start, and they were calling for photographs. She’d never been photographed so many times within a day, and as exhausting as it was to plaster a somewhat awkward smile as she stood next to the rest of the wedding party, even Isabella Marino or Kate Montgomery’s usually cheeriness couldn’t seem to make her feel any less awkward. Slipping away for a moment, she made her way towards the bar, dodging eye contact. It wasn’t until she was there that a slightly familiar figure caught her attention, and she sidled up beside him with her drink. “Hey, not that it’s any of my business, but your truck has a faulty injector, I could hear it misfiring as you pulled into the carpark. You should get that looked at before you need to replace them all.”

Zane was certainly no stranger to listening, and processing a barrage of information, however - it wasn’t exactly what he’d expected to find at a wedding, of all places. The brunette that had found a place beside him spurting something about his truck - misfiring, carpark. He blinked - once - twice - he didn’t recognize her at all and immediately, he felt a little more out of place than before. “Sorry, ---- I really didn’t catch anything you just said.” His sheepish smile all he could offer as an apology, usually, he was far more tactful than this. “You said.. my truck? How do you know all of that?”

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zehraxkaplan​: +

To claim that she was still breathing, let alone attending a wedding, after recent events extended far beyond miraculous and became a testament to who Zehra was at the end of the day. Practically indebted to her own compulsion for showing up when others requested it, as foolhardy as it was admirable to anyone except the raven haired woman. Yet here she stood in some overpriced dress beside the person to whom she owed it all, attempting and failing to pretend as if that didn’t mean the world to her. How’re you doing? A loaded question if there ever were one and while she couldn’t provide adequate reassurance, Zehra knew how to deflect just enough to evade suspicion. “Another drink sounds nice,” she agreed despite how fingers curved around his wrists, effectively keeping the paramedic anchored to this moment. “Though if you’re impressed by this, you should see my date.” Lower lip caught between pallid teeth, she battled against any nerves which implied their foray into this remained on a knife’s edge. Her own doing unfortunately. “Walk with me?”

Although her lacking answer left him a little more concerned about the phantom truth of how she was doing, he didn’t press. All too easily he remembered how much simpler it was to skirt over the truth that most people didn’t want to hear in the first place. The smile that pressed his lips near hidden as he lowered his head to laugh, clearly, modesty wasn’t a great trait for either of them. “Maybe we both hit the jackpot then.” A hand shifted from her waist, shifting to brush dark tresses from her face as he nodded towards the bar, “After you,” the same hand soon hovering at the small of her back as his body almost shielded her from anyone that might hover a little too closely as they made their way. Both drinks in hand, Zane turned to her and within the small huff of laughter, ushered her towards the dimly lit pathway, “C’mon, lets get some air, you still haven’t told me how you know Julia or Gabriel.”

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No matter how many times he caught himself lingering a little too long on Zehra, it still hadn’t quite settled that he was here with her. It almost seemed as though anything that had happened within the last two months felt fleetingly unreal, yet, that didn’t stop him from trying to make the most of it. With the end of the ceremony and the reception in full swing, he felt something close to the same nerves that had followed him around for six years in her presence. “How’re you doing?” He asked her as he moved a little closer, uncertain of how she felt after what had happened, his unyielding concern for those around him extending purely to her tonight. “Do you need another drink?” Hands lifted, settling gently against her waist as he turned her towards him slightly, “Maybe another reminder that you look absolutely stunning tonight?” 

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amaliascordato​:

At the Marchand nuptial reception with anyone.

        “Shots!” It was an hour into the reception and Amalia had been hanging around the open bar for longer than she should have. When she walked in before the bride and groom made their entrance, she made sure to say hi to a few people before desperately making her way to the alcohol. The Scordato twin was a good time to be around, but she was a lot more fun when her wild side came out to play. She acted being sober enough to have a minute conversation with kids and grandparents for long enough, so within moments, two shot glasses filled with tequila were showed off in her hands, and she looked around for a fellow drunk buddy. “Does anybody want to take shots with me?”

He wasn’t entirely certain if she meant him, but he didn’t miss the way in which her gaze seemed to hone in on him. Maybe he was just in the wrong place at the right time? Right place wrong time? Zane didn’t know, but the smell of the tequila alone made him wince a little bit. “Listen, I’m all for a shot or two in celebration, but does it have to be tequila?” From where he stood, he could still see Zehra across the room and while he didn’t want to crowd her too much, he was still a little concerned about her well-being after what had happened most recently. “Think you could settle for sambuca?”

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mariaxluna​:

where: reception area open bar

who: open to everyone !!

Working as a bartender had been something Maria had become accustomed to for as long as she could remember. Drifting from state to state she’d been countless bars where she’d served many different people. Working a wedding wasn’t something she ever saw herself doing, and an open bar at that, was more fast paced than she had anticipated. Moving to the beck and call of guests all the while being mindful of her attire; she was fairly impressed with herself. “Sorry,” she sighed turning to the last person left standing and waiting, “Okay, you wanted a gin and tonic right?” she guessed with a hopeful smile that her memory wasn’t failing her.

Zane felt sympathetic for Maria, more so the longer he stood by watching her work. If working a bar wasn’t already busy enough, one that so many flocked to certainly added to the climbing stress he could almost feel coming from those working behind the bar. “Gin and tonic.” It wasn’t at all what he’d ordered, but he wasn’t about to make matters worse for her. He wasn’t picky and he’d drink most things - except tequila and bourbon. Both effected him terribly and neither was something he wanted to display here, or later. “Do you get to sneak off for a drink of your own at some point? I feel like we only ever get to catch up with you on the wrong side of the bar.”

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Zane Marshall attending the Marchand-Montgomery Wedding with Zehra Kaplan

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@irinapetrovax​ location: irina’s home.

Rough nights always seemed to creep up on him and somehow, Zane knew that the string of days off he’d compiled had a hell of a lot to do with it. Functioning without having something to take his mind off of everything that crept in the darkened depths of his thoughts hadn’t been the easiest thing for him in a long time now. As much as he preferred as few people being aware of his mental state, it didn’t leave him with a great many options on such nights. When and how he’d found himself at Irina’s the night before, half a bottle deep, was anyone’s guess. All he could manage to think as he awoke on the sofa, the familiarity of the room setting in, was thank fuck he’d chosen somewhere safe to land. “How long was I out?” His voice rough as he sat up, rubbing sleep from his eyes as he heard someone enter the room. “Sorry, Rina. I’ve gotta stop doing this to you.” Even if she’d said time and time again, that she’d rather he find her than isolate himself. Still, it didn’t feel right. “I didn’t interrupt anything last night, did I?”

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Chace Crawford photographed by Brian Higbee for Interview Magazine (2015)

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zehraxkaplan​:

On the surface, Zehra’s inherent reluctance to detail the worst aspects of her own life felt hypocritical when raised up against all that she learned of Zane over the years. Both in the hospital and in the fleeting years which passed since those first few weeks together. He claimed that withholding was okay and perhaps on some level of privacy that remained true, but she felt no less uncomfortable with her own secrecy from him. “I was going to eventually,” the brunette affirmed, as if to reassure herself as much as Zane. Though his coaxing words brought the ghost of a smile to her lips. “Now you sound like me.” How often had she said the very same to the paramedic at his bedside, in the halls, on the pier…? And now they wound up here, positions switched as Zehra attempted to swallow her pride and the burgeoning warmth that came from being cared for without expectation. “Why are you helping me?” Beyond his status as potentially the most angelic and saintly person to exist, Zehra couldn’t fathom why he continued to involve himself in such a catastrophic mess. “You’re too good to be real.”

Some part of her admission turned thoughts over in his head and obliterated them against one another. Her privacy was her own, and something that he would always endeavor to allow her to hold onto, but that she’d held every intention in telling him what may very well be the darkest blemish on her otherwise alluring existence made him want to obliterate any sentiment of distance between them. “Then eventually, we can talk about it.” He nodded slowly, another stoic reminder that he wasn’t going to pry any further. The smile that seemed to draw itself out slowly on her features, to this day, still remained something remarkable to him. Even in it’s smallest form, it seemed to shake him to the core. “There are worse people I could sound like, in my opinion at least.” Despite their differences, it seemed that they’d found themselves at a crossroads; mirroring parallels of a time six years ago that rattled his cage in ways he was certain the night prior had done to her. Narrowing his gaze, Zane thought it seemed obvious why he was helping her - beyond the obligatory sense of his profession at least. “You have no idea, do you?” It didn’t really make sense, even as he spoke the question - rhetorical in a sense that Zehra could never really understand the ways in which he thought about her up until this moment. “I want to help you, Zehra.” That was it, in it’s simplicity. Wanting to be near her, in any capacity, brought him here. “Too good to be real?” His breath hitched with a laugh as he studied her, realizing that she perhaps had absolutely no idea what she was talking about, “Now you’re starting to sound like me six years ago.”