"Are you happy with yourself?"

"Happy?"

"Do you have a feeling of fufillment? Or is your sense of priority so fucked up that you think this is okay?"

"I don't have much of a choice."

"Not really, no. But even still..."

"Are you just here to judge me?"

"Is that what you want? I can do that if you need it, if it'd make you feel better. Another person to call you an idiot."

"I'm aware."

"Is this easier for you?"

"Yes."

"Well, I suppose if somebody can handle all the difficult parts of life for you... I can't blame you for sitting back."

"People are a lot more complicated than you think. They make their own choices too. They can choose to help me or leave me."

"I think you're a coward."

"And can you blame me? Everything you ever wanted, offered for nothing more than your face and name."

"That's everything that you are."

"I'm still me. A person is a collection of memories, and nothing more or less. If I changed my name tomorrow I'd still be me. If I lost my face tomorrow, I'd still be me. If I decide to do those things to myself I'm still me."

"Did you get scared? Or did you feel like you didn't need this anymore?"

I didn't need this anymore. I didn't need this anymore. Did I?