{{
`${userDetail.user.displayName}${userDetail.user.cachedBungieGlobalDisplayNameCode ? `#${standardizeBungieGlobalCode(userDetail.user.cachedBungieGlobalDisplayNameCode)}` : ""}`}}
{{getUserClans()}}
1/5/2016 2:14:28 AM
1
Layla leaves, rolling her eyes.
"I'm not going to say that's untrue. But that can be changed."
English
-
"My parents died...and I have nothing from them...nothing, not a single hair...ill live life knowing I'll never see them...never remember them..." [b]He says tears beginning to well up.[/b]
-
"That sucks. But you need to get over it. They're in a better place."
-
"I will never forgive myself for killing those fifty innocent people...I am still a monstrosity...I killed my best friend."
-
"Wait. Slow down. Why and how?"
-
"The toxins FN put into me. I went on three killing sprees." [b]He says scolding himself.[/b]
-
"But that's over, Ember."
-
"I'll never forgive for what I did to fifty innocent people."
-
"Monsters are what keep people whole. You just can't let them get your head."
-
"I deserve to feel hurt inside. I murdered and ate fifty people...fifty freaking people."
-
"You think that's bad?"
-
"Yeah."
-
"Then you wouldn't believe the shit I've done."
-
"I'm sorry Sawyer...I do this for reasons my conscious won't ever understand. I know you think I'm hopeless...and I've been believing that since my parents passed. Im so sorry."
-
"Look... I care about you so damn much Ember. I love you like my late son. For my sake, you need to try to stop."
-
"I love you like a father Sawyer...and I don't ever want to leave." [b]He says breaking out bawling and hugging him.[/b]
-
Sawyer is crying as well. He pats Ember's back. "Ember... It's time you know about me. I'm just as broken as you."
-
"Well at least we're broken together to understand each other." [b]He says crying a river[/b]
-
"Let me start... My wife's chest was crushed by a salt lick and then I watched all of my friends die. My offspring commuted suicide, although I just discovered my youngest daughter survived... I can go on for hours."
-
"I am so sorry. How do you manage?"
-
"I have no idea, and it's too much to bear. Have you considered suicide?"
-
"Every day."
-
"Well... That urge is growing greater every day. I don't even feel like I'm alive. This is just Hell."
