[In his heart, that's the one thing he believes most... the one thing he feels most strongly. He smiles a little, his battered arm laying across his chest, good hand shuttling the cigarette up from his side to his lips occasionally. His eyes are getting cloudy again. Softening. He looks to Willard dreamily, smiles. He should be feeling sleepy. Really he should feel like he's dying... after all he's been through, but something is just keeping him kicking for the time being. Something in him doesn't want to go because this guy... He likes this guy. He could follow this guy, no problem.
Oh, Walker... His eyes are definitely seeing Walker in that tired face. He sighs and his smile becomes something almost softly bittersweet. Worry lines, soft crinkles that are just starting to form at the corners of his eyes... all of this for Walker.]
Don't beat yourself up, man. Shit happens. You gotta pick yourself up and keep moving. You're still a good person. Just stop and take a look around you... ask yourself, is this really the right thing? Should I be doing this? Sometimes you gotta ask yourself if you should even be there at all... But hey. You've got a chance to redeem yourself, man.
Take it.
[The darkness... may never go. He's aware that once it's there, staring out at you from under the shadow of every red rock, it will never leave. Somehow, it gets into your heart like a knot of worms and stays.
But a man can live with his darkness. Optimistic as the thought feels, Lugo knows it's true. He shifts uncomfortably. The cigarette is something he can barely register between his fingertips. He lifts it to his lips again, feels it slipping so he grips the filter between his teeth, sighs.]
I need your help. I know this sounds silly... but I need you to hold me up for a minute.
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[In his heart, that's the one thing he believes most... the one thing he feels most strongly. He smiles a little, his battered arm laying across his chest, good hand shuttling the cigarette up from his side to his lips occasionally. His eyes are getting cloudy again. Softening. He looks to Willard dreamily, smiles. He should be feeling sleepy. Really he should feel like he's dying... after all he's been through, but something is just keeping him kicking for the time being. Something in him doesn't want to go because this guy... He likes this guy. He could follow this guy, no problem.
Oh, Walker... His eyes are definitely seeing Walker in that tired face. He sighs and his smile becomes something almost softly bittersweet. Worry lines, soft crinkles that are just starting to form at the corners of his eyes... all of this for Walker.]
Don't beat yourself up, man. Shit happens. You gotta pick yourself up and keep moving. You're still a good person. Just stop and take a look around you... ask yourself, is this really the right thing? Should I be doing this? Sometimes you gotta ask yourself if you should even be there at all... But hey. You've got a chance to redeem yourself, man.
Take it.
[The darkness... may never go. He's aware that once it's there, staring out at you from under the shadow of every red rock, it will never leave. Somehow, it gets into your heart like a knot of worms and stays.
But a man can live with his darkness. Optimistic as the thought feels, Lugo knows it's true. He shifts uncomfortably. The cigarette is something he can barely register between his fingertips. He lifts it to his lips again, feels it slipping so he grips the filter between his teeth, sighs.]
I need your help. I know this sounds silly... but I need you to hold me up for a minute.