He isn't real, Peanut! Jesus, I can see talking to yourself but if you've conjured up this two-way conversation in which the things he says surprise you then it's gone too far. He isn't real! You don't have to justify anything to him. You don't have to put him anywhere. He can stay in your memories. He put himself there. He doesn't deserve anything further. Jesus. Listen to me. I sound like you. He doesn't even have this much presence. I don't know what to do here. If no one here can help then we're going to have to go elsewhere.
This is your doing.
Oh, no, it isn't.
You said make a story, Locket! And it was the only thing that MADE ME FEEL BETTER.
You were ten fucking years old!
And it still works!
It SHOULDN'T. Jesus. We did do this, didn't we.
Did what?
Left you to grow up with only the coping mechanisms of a child.
What are you, Rip Van Winkle? Did you just wake up? Jesus, Lochlan. I've been asking for help with this for a thousand years and now that I don't even want any anymore you're all swooping in to somehow try and save the day.
Not the day, the girl.
Same difference.
No, it isn't.
Well, it's too late.
He smiles suddenly. It's never too late. Look at everything else that's happened. You and me. Back together. It's absolutely never too late, Bridget.
This is your doing.
Oh, no, it isn't.
You said make a story, Locket! And it was the only thing that MADE ME FEEL BETTER.
You were ten fucking years old!
And it still works!
It SHOULDN'T. Jesus. We did do this, didn't we.
Did what?
Left you to grow up with only the coping mechanisms of a child.
What are you, Rip Van Winkle? Did you just wake up? Jesus, Lochlan. I've been asking for help with this for a thousand years and now that I don't even want any anymore you're all swooping in to somehow try and save the day.
Not the day, the girl.
Same difference.
No, it isn't.
Well, it's too late.
He smiles suddenly. It's never too late. Look at everything else that's happened. You and me. Back together. It's absolutely never too late, Bridget.