Will you ever learn, will you ever learn, will you ever learn, learn to listen?
Can you hear them calling?
You'll testify to justify, you have to find a way
Can you hear them calling?
With arcane eyes you're staring back at someone with no face
Can you hear them calling?
It's really hard when you need an impartial legal advocate in a fucking hurry and you can't find one because everyone is corrupt, opinionated or too well-paid to cross the line and give actual advice.
No one was going to bat for me here, they were too busy organizing my well-being, as if it were a record collection or a spice cabinet. This will work for now, they said.
What if it doesn't? Everyone's agreeable today. How do they feel when they're not agreeable? When they're mad about something.
Loch tosses his papers on the table and gets up and walks out without a word.
He'll be fine.
He's posturing until it's done and then he's going to shut you out so fast your head will spin.
He cares about me.
You're a means to an end. I'm the end.
I thought you were the beginning.
I'm the middle too. You're missing my point, Ben.
So sort it out while I'm away. He smiles and when I blink he's on the other side of the country guaranteeing a lifetime of paycheques for himself while I founder around here in court.
Nice. Thank you, Benjamin.
I resorted to Batman. Do you have any attorneys that you trust that know nothing about me?
What kind of trouble are you in?
I just need some advice.
Caleb's a lawyer.
This is very personal.
Unless you killed someone, I can give you a list. If you killed someone all bets are off, Princess.
(My inner mind laughs. He called me Princess. Only when he does it he sounds stilted. Like when Wolverine said it in the last movie and I laughed out loud in the theatre during a very quiet, very serious moment.)
I haven't directly killed anyone. I wait a beat. I feel like I'm responsible for death but it's like fourth degree. I drove them to die. I'm amazing, alright.
Bridget, talk to me.
I can't talk to anyone except a lawyer who doesn't know me. Maybe a female just to make sure they stay impartial.
Maybe I'm just going to call an extended family meeting.
Do that and I'll never speak to you again. If he was going to pull out the big threats then he twisted my arm and I was forced to do the same. His phone slid back in his pocket and he pointed at the chair.
Sit. Start talking.
The tears started before I even figured out how to begin.
The road to hell is paved in good intentions and apathy
What did you expect when common sense is your enemy?
I'd rather burn alive than drown inside your reality
Can you hear me?
Are you listening?