"Are you honestly that thick?"

“Just trying to make a lasting impression.”
"Just trust me. Just this once, for just one minute of your life, just trust me."

“Is that what you tell them? — the sheep who
flock to your side at a moment’s notice only
to be burned by your touch. What good did
trust do them?”
He speaks harsh words but he is afraid. Death lurks like a shadow, and he does not want to die. But he is dying, and hope is a dangerous thing for a dying man.
“It’s tempting,” he laughs to hide the creeping despair. “I almost want to believe you.”



