…maybe what we need now is a ‘little guy’.
Fuck these bitches
“I heard about your brother,” Herc said. He clapped Raleigh on the shoulder. “Sorry. It’s brave of you to be here after that, son.”
Raleigh nodded. He felt awkward and embarrassed, the way he always did when people offered sincere sympathy about Yancy. What were you supposed to say? Thanks? Yeah, it sucks? Yeah, I’ll never be the same because I felt my brother die inside my brain at the same time as I watched that goddamn monster tear him out of the head of our Jaeger? How’s that for symbolism, Jack? You like it? Because I live with it every day, and I don’t. I don’t like it. But it’s mine. It’s all I’ve got left of him is the memory of how it felt when he was leaving.
No, you couldn’t say that.
"You don’t need another human being to make your life complete, but let’s be honest. Having your wounds kissed by someone who doesn’t see them as disasters in your soul but cracks to put their love into is the most calming thing in this world."—Emery Allen
this was supposed to be sweet, but then i made myself cry, so now i’m making you all suffer with me. you’re welcome. (ps: read the tags.)
Chuck: So, when was the last time you jockeyed, Ray?
Raleigh: About five years ago.
Chuck: What have you been doing for five years? Something pretty important, I reckon.
Raleigh: I was in construction.