[ If only he were alive to hear Quentin say such a thing. ]
If you're not gonna report it, at least touch base with him when he's back. You can even wait at the gates for him, if you really wanna show off some misery.
[ There’s a churn of emotion through the connection, something bitter and tired that Gabe hasn’t figured out how to hide yet. Maybe he shouldn’t have said anything and just let this play out however it’s going to play out. Maybe he should’ve been a better man, and not what he is now. But it’s too late to stop this and his regret has never done anyone else any good. ]
I didn’t mean it.
[ That’s the part that haunts him, Gabe thinks. He really, truly, did not mean to, and that has never mattered less. ]
...I believe you. Daryl will believe you, too. Fifty, what--
[ Part of him wants to force his way in. Insist on being of some use. But he's seen Gabe at too many lows. He doesn't need to aggravate it. He leaves the door open: ]
[ Daryl will probably cut my throat with one of those knives of his, Gabe thinks distantly. He'd deserve it. But this is where they stand now. Nothing changes, not a damn thing. Eli used to talk about karma, about trying to put more good than evil back into the world like they weren't murderers for hire deep down, playing a game against poor fuckers even worse off than themselves instead of soldiers. Like it wasn't just us vs. them played out on a grand and minuscule scale in turns, on and on the wheel spins.
Karma's a pipe dream. People just make choices. ]
This place hasn't turned you mean yet. [ He sighs. What he leaves unspoken is the second part: Like me. ] Try not to let it, will you? You remind me of someone.
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[ If only he were alive to hear Quentin say such a thing. ]
If you're not gonna report it, at least touch base with him when he's back. You can even wait at the gates for him, if you really wanna show off some misery.
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I didn’t mean it.
[ That’s the part that haunts him, Gabe thinks. He really, truly, did not mean to, and that has never mattered less. ]
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[ Part of him wants to force his way in. Insist on being of some use. But he's seen Gabe at too many lows. He doesn't need to aggravate it. He leaves the door open: ]
If you need anything. If you need anything.
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Karma's a pipe dream. People just make choices. ]
This place hasn't turned you mean yet. [ He sighs. What he leaves unspoken is the second part: Like me. ] Try not to let it, will you? You remind me of someone.
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I hope he's alive.
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Watch yourself, Fifty.