[Dick looks a little startled - he hasn't really had to put this into words before.] Well... that is, he's not -
He's killing people. He's, I don't know, he's lashing out at us. He seems like he thinks none of us even really cared about him. He's hurting, and he's hurting other people, and I just want... I don't know. To talk to him. To know where his head is, for him to know where mine is.
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Date: 2016-08-26 02:46 am (UTC)He's killing people. He's, I don't know, he's lashing out at us. He seems like he thinks none of us even really cared about him. He's hurting, and he's hurting other people, and I just want... I don't know. To talk to him. To know where his head is, for him to know where mine is.