(Dub-voice, low and growling) You don’t get to do this. You don’t get to just… bleed out. Not after everything. You planned for this, didn’t you? You saw this happening. Tell me you saw it!

(Eyes glinting, a sliver of malice returning) There it is. That pathetic, beautiful rage. Fine. But don’t whine when I stab you in the back tomorrow.

Shut up. I’m not carrying your legacy. I’m not the hero of your little play. You’re the monster who dragged me out of the dark. So get up. Get up and be a monster again.

(Weak laugh, dry and sharp) Ehehe… Saw it? Kid, I wrote it. Chapter and verse. Your screaming is just… improv. (Coughs) Terrible improv, by the way. Too much heart. You’ll ruin my reputation.

(Gripping Crimson’s collar, teeth bared) Tomorrow, you can try. Today… you stay.