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[There's a voice; it's gruff, and the accent is most definitely Irish, from Connacht, to be exact.]
Wake up, boyo. We need to talk.
Now I've put up with a lot of heartache, and now I'm done with it, because she doesn't deserve your mess, and you're being the greatest fool I've ever seen, and I've seen a lot of fools.
And don't reach for that gun unless you want her to die too. You're lucky that I can wander away from her.
Eden, boyo. That's who. Just so we're on the same bleeding page.
[ooc: Action for John Connor, voice for everyone else.]
Wake up, boyo. We need to talk.
Now I've put up with a lot of heartache, and now I'm done with it, because she doesn't deserve your mess, and you're being the greatest fool I've ever seen, and I've seen a lot of fools.
And don't reach for that gun unless you want her to die too. You're lucky that I can wander away from her.
Eden, boyo. That's who. Just so we're on the same bleeding page.
[ooc: Action for John Connor, voice for everyone else.]