Sak: “What do you want me to do? I hate painful things. I’m scared to die. But more than that, I want to save your life.” Lima: “Don’t misunderstand. I’m not your younger brother or your son. That’s the same to me. You’re ok as long I’m alive? You’re satisfied if I live well without you? I’m different. If you would live, talk, and walk regardless of what I am in your life, and just thinking about you meeting someone else, begging pathetically like how you did to me, it fucking upsets me.”
Sak: “What do you want me to do? I hate painful things. I’m scared to die. But more than that, I want to save your life.”
Lima: “Don’t misunderstand. I’m not your younger brother or your son. That’s the same to me. You’re ok as long I’m alive? You’re satisfied if I live well without you? I’m different. If you would live, talk, and walk regardless of what I am in your life, and just thinking about you meeting someone else, begging pathetically like how you did to me, it fucking upsets me.”