Why the hell am I staring at a bullet? I don’t think I signed up to be in the remake of the Freak on a Leash clip.
Tur- no. Move! Move!
Everything is coming apart.
I don’t want it to end like this. Gods, I hate inevitability.
Why are you still coming, you don’t look like a heat-seeker…
Stupid curved space.
Shattering. Everything is shattering. The nothing is breaking down, the walls are…melting, breaking, twisting, bending. They’re liquid, they’re solid, they’re gone, they’re here.
I don’t want to end this way. I don’t want to die like this. I don’t want to die.
I can see it twisting, it’s so fscking ridiculous that one tiny bit of metal can strip away life. I mean, a tree can fall on you and you can walk away with scratches but…melted metal and black powder and…Don’t hit me, please.
I thought I was ready, I’m not. I’m not, I thought I was, I’m not. I didn’t bring this on myself, I didn’t make a dumb wish, I didn’t have a lesson to learn. I didn’t get a chance. I didn’t get my chance. This isn’t fair. Life isn’t fair, but this really isn’t fair.
Move. Move. Run. Escape.
The nothing place is screaming as it’s falling apart.
No, Spyder, that’s you.
Fine. Take me, come on, hit me!
Who the hell are you being brave for, Spyder?
I’m right here, hit me already, stop drawing it out, make it quick.
Please make it quick.
Where’s my damn last minute rescue?
I’m not ready.
I’m not sorry.
Ryan, save me.
Make it quick.
Save me.
Not like this-