For a moment he can't speak. I owe you a lot. There's too many memories, nice ones, Eliot and him having lunch together, horrible ones, of Moreau, of being punished... and those in between, those he can't quite sort out, the ones never gets the chance to sort out.
"It's not fair. Telling me this. Now. After everything."
He drinks more of that horrible liquor and oh God, it's horrible.
"If they find us? When they come in here? I'm gonna sell you out. And don't think I won't. 'cause I have a..." Family. "... a team now, too."
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For a moment he can't speak. I owe you a lot. There's too many memories, nice ones, Eliot and him having lunch together, horrible ones, of Moreau, of being punished... and those in between, those he can't quite sort out, the ones never gets the chance to sort out.
"It's not fair. Telling me this. Now. After everything."
He drinks more of that horrible liquor and oh God, it's horrible.
"If they find us? When they come in here? I'm gonna sell you out. And don't think I won't. 'cause I have a..." Family. "... a team now, too."