Don’t be daft. Yeh’ve just got yer feelin’s hurt. Yeh know deep down that he really loved yeh. How long were y’two together? Long time. After all yeh went through, how could yeh say sucha thing, eh?
Yeh always seem tah blow things outta proportion when it ain’t goin’ right fer yeh. ‘Oooh, he’s replacin’ me with DD, oooh, he always hated me—’ WAHWAHWAH— yeh need tah put on yer big boy pants an’ accept it, mister.
I love you, DC, but you’re really good at making me feel like shit
No, I’m really good at tellin’ teh truth.
Yeh don’t think if TC could hear what yeh just said, that HE wouldn’t feel like shit? Like yeh haven’t made TC AND DD feel like shit with yer constant exaggerations? Could yeh, fer once, stop constantly thinkin’ ‘bout yerself, feelin’ sorry fer yerself, an’ start takin’ others’ feelin’s intah consideration?
No. Of course not.
Sorry fer burstin’ yer bubble, sunshine.
I’ll let yeh get back tah plottin’ revenge, rather than takin’ care of yer family.
Don’t be daft. Yeh’ve just got yer feelin’s hurt. Yeh know deep down that he really loved yeh. How long were y’two together? Long time. After all yeh went through, how could yeh say sucha thing, eh?
Yeh always seem tah blow things outta proportion when it ain’t goin’ right fer yeh. ‘Oooh, he’s replacin’ me with DD, oooh, he always hated me—’ WAHWAHWAH— yeh need tah put on yer big boy pants an’ accept it, mister.
Yer not the only one wishin’ y’were at home.
But yer not better yet, are yeh?
No.
So yer stayin’.
[He opened his eyes, exhaled a little harder, then took off whatever the hell he felt pressing up against his face.] I fucking feel like I’m dying.
Good. That’s normal!
See, y’were on some sort of high with Devilyn. Y’were stronger, y’had no stamina whatsoever, y’were protected from external an’ internal forces that meant yeh harm— ANYWAY, because yeh were dependent on the demon post regeneration, an’ seein’ how old yeh are, y’should probably be taking some type of medication that will keep yeh from collapsin’ an’ dyin’ on the spot. For the next few days, we gotta keep yeh at bed-rest so y’can get a wee bit stronger, then yer on yer own!
Yer now thinkin’ fer yerself fer once in yer sorry life!
How d’yeh feel?
“Did you learn how to close the door yet?” V asked “Wait you look different.”
“Yer probably mistakin’ me fer some other bloke, lil’ ‘un. Never seen yeh before.”
“Have yeh lost yer way ‘round?”
