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[freewilling]

Look -- ma'am -- I don't know what's going on here, if this is some kind of weird hallucination from being knocked out cold or some weirdo reaction to drugs at the er or whatever - but I don't have the time to hang around here. No offence but if this is actually the inside of your head, you should get help. And I have a promise to keep. 

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[freewilling]

You tryin' to tell me you didn't?

[Because he is not above punching an old man.]

[failedparenting]

[And he's not above punching a kid.

Well, himself really. But he'd rather not dwell on that particular psychological field day.]

Not enough. You get too comfortable, start going out for drinks with your buddies instead of staying home.

And then it'll rear up and bite you square in the ass.

[freewilling]

Not me. You.

[But his faith is shaken now, even though he won't admit it. That terrible fear that somehow this is real and this guy is warning him that he's going to lose the only thing that really matters to him in life.]

Did she divorce you?

[failedparenting]

She died.

[You wanted the bomb, young and naive John? You can have it.]

[freewilling]

[Well that shuts him up. Only for a second though, and then he moves to pin older him against the wall if he can, while demanding answers.]

How? When? What happened?

[failedparenting]

[He lets his younger self push him against the wall. He understands what he must be feeling. After all, they are the same man.]

A demon. Nasty SOB with yellow eyes.

[freewilling]

Cut the bull, there's no such thing.