On plans being made... [Canon is The Wall]

[backatthehotel]

So you're actually doing it.

I get something good -- after all of that mess. I pull myself back up again. I make something of my life, everything finally looking like it's gonna be okay. And that means you gotta take it all back. Bring me down again. No, I don't give a fuck about 'consequences.' He's gone. It weren't for you, you and that bastard Stardust, no one would know, and I'd be able to deal with it, and then -- you know, without anyone pushing me, I'd probably just let the boys go, and go on with my life. Not like I've never lost a father before, right?

[His voice just a little uneven, there. He shakes his head.]

Naw. You're not in it to give me my just desserts. I know that. You forget, darling, I'm in your head. You wanna see me hurt. You wanna see me go spare again, and this time not just for a song or two. You want to make me hurt 'em, all of 'em, worse than I ever would've, otherwise.

Maybe I shouldn't. Just to spite you. But I know you're gonna give me every reason to. And I know I'm gonna want to. I'm not gonna have a choice in the matter.

[Takes a drag off his cigarette, and is quiet for a few moments.]

...shit. Couldn't it've been just a little longer?