* ... yeah. whatever.

[ Kris gets up. Holding their arm as they walk away. Saying nothing else. ]

* ...

* yeah. "grow up". when everyone's dead.

* what if i don't want to?

[ Turning back. Tears swelling. ]

* why do you THINK i smoke? drink?

* it'll kill me. and i want it to.

* oh, cut the shit.

* you suffered. you still suffer. you? you still got folks to hold you. tell ya its ok.

[ They forcibly look away. Voice breaking up. ]

* i got no hope, a pack of cigarettes and a life to waste. i don't care anymore.

* no fuckin' wonder.

* would you be mad? starin' at a version of you who's happy?

* none of my "friends" survived. i'm alone. and staring at my "good outcome" pisses me off.

* you were staring??

* jesus.

* you responded. i wasn't talking to you.

* ...

* i put out cigarettes on my tongue.

* or just blow a hole through my skull.

* ... how?

* treat you with- pff. hAa. HAHA. HAHAHA. ha. RESPECT.

* YOU?

[ Standing upward. A LOT more livid. ]

* i ain't got SHIT for you. you can leave ALLLLL you fuckin' want. you approached ME.

* the last time i "respected" you, you left without a fuckin' word and never came back.

* don't push it.

* yeah, yeah. whatever.

[ They lean back. Stretching. ]

* you die, come back. die, come back. live a little. jesus.

* ...

* Pff. My GOD you never change.

* Fiiine. I won't smoke.

* Do it again.

* ...

* You're gonna die. I think everyone gets it.

* Don't make it my problem.

* Besides, you always die. It'a a miracle at this point if you DON'T return.

* You're lookin' at me.

[ Throwing the cigarette down. Stomping it out. ]

* You STILL mad about that shit?

* ...

[ Their gaze is empty. ]

* Fuck you want?

* ... hm.

* Doesn't look THAT bad, I guess.

* ...

* Why would you BLEACH it?