He considers this briefly; he's never had any interest in sharing his feelings with anyone — Knightley had gone eighteen years without ever knowing how he really felt — and he sure isn't starting now. But if he's dying tomorrow anyway... well, fuck it.
He motions to the candy seahorse on the table. ]
My father used to make things like that when I was a kid.
I don't remember anything from back then, not even my name. But I recognized it when they put it in my pocket here.
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He considers this briefly; he's never had any interest in sharing his feelings with anyone — Knightley had gone eighteen years without ever knowing how he really felt — and he sure isn't starting now. But if he's dying tomorrow anyway... well, fuck it.
He motions to the candy seahorse on the table. ]
My father used to make things like that when I was a kid.
I don't remember anything from back then, not even my name. But I recognized it when they put it in my pocket here.