It ain't nothin' compared to what she had to go through, aight?
[She died. Right in his arms. In pain. There wasn't anything worse than that. She died apologizing.
Goddammit.]
...Look, you and me? We ain't on good terms. But you an' her? I don't like it, but she likes you. You see her 'fore me, you take care of her, you got it?
[voice]
[She died. Right in his arms. In pain. There wasn't anything worse than that. She died apologizing.
Goddammit.]
...Look, you and me? We ain't on good terms. But you an' her? I don't like it, but she likes you. You see her 'fore me, you take care of her, you got it?