جدی وجود داشتنم چیزی جز اذیت کننده بودن به همراه نداره.

این حقیقت که سعی می‌کنم و سعی می‌کنم و باز هم سعی می‌کنم و در آخر خودم با کارای خودم گند می‌زنم به همه این تلاش‌هایی که کردم واقعا اذیتم می‌کنه.

آره عزیزم فمیلی لاین و ماتیلدا رو پشت هم گوش کن تا سلامت روان مفهومش رو برات از دست بده

-we could disappear now. tonight. feed your dogs, leave a note for Alana and never see her or Jack again. almost polite.
+then this would be our last supper
-of this life.

-you can't leave, Crowley. there isn't anywhere to go.
+It's a big universe. even if this all ends up in puddle of burning goo, we can go off together.
-Go off together? listen to yourself.
+how long have we been friends? six thousand years!
-friends? we're not friends. we are an angel and a demon. we have nothing whatsoever in common. I don't even like you.
+You do.
-even if I know where the Antichrist was, I wouldn't tell you. We're on opposite sides.
+We're on our side.
-there is no "our side", Crowley. not anymore. It's over.

-Maybe we can just...get away? start over. reset.
+But you said there was no escape.
-there's always an escape. we could be gone tonight.

we'll go somewhere they'll never find us.

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