No, no. When you first addressed me you said βOh. Heβs back.β
Donβt play that missed me card when you simply didnβt.
[Cass stumbled, catching his balance before he fell. Aggressively taking his leather jacket off, he nearly approached him but he stopped and calmed down.]
I already fucking know her being gone is my goddamn fault okay?! I know that and i donβt need YOU reminding me.
Donβt you EVER invoke her name again you piece of shit! You say what you want about me i donβt care, but you keep her name OUT of your mouth.
I came back for my belt, i didnβt anticipate everything else. I donβt want sympathy or redemption. Fuck off.
Donβt pull that shit. Donβt sit there and act like thatβs what you meant with how you worded it.
Woah, crazy how that works! Just WILD! Almost like anybody could have seen that coming!
I had no intentions of even BOTHERING with any of this, yet here we are! Iβm here to get my fucking belt off that fraud and put Josef Belmont and whatever assclowns run with him down
I know what you were fucking talking about.
Leaving made me realize outside of Uncle Levi? Iβm on neither side. Iβm over it.
I hated Bradley Pharaoh. I blamed him partially for why Adam broke my heart.
How long until you finally realize Harlowβs gone off the deep end?
If youβre expecting an apology, youβre not getting one. I donβt regret any of what i did.
Nah, Wheels. I realized that awhile ago.
I stopped caring awhile ago. My issue is Belmont, not the guy who tanked his momentum by playing lapdog for four years.




