You're not going to get me home to change. [ it's a lame joke, but there's only straws to grasp at here. and crumbled concrete, splintered wood; a heaping mess.
Booker holds out the flask, for when John opens his eyes again. he knows that look, knows the utterly spent energy of someone in pain. has experienced it more intimately, here, but he wishes it didn't last so long, for everyone. ]
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You're not going to get me home to change. [ it's a lame joke, but there's only straws to grasp at here. and crumbled concrete, splintered wood; a heaping mess.
Booker holds out the flask, for when John opens his eyes again. he knows that look, knows the utterly spent energy of someone in pain. has experienced it more intimately, here, but he wishes it didn't last so long, for everyone. ]
Seems to go out of its way, to make us miserable.