There's differences, sure. He's been livin' a different life, different experiences - an' bein' here? Ain't no one walkin' off this boat the same as they walked on. I don't mean that in a bad way, either.
But - still River. Ya might have to look a lil' closer sometimes to see it, but I promise ya it's there.
You know those thugs that follow me around sometimes? They loved her. The real Ivy. They want... I don't know what they want, but they want me gone. They're not fucking around when they try to kill me. 'cause I'm not her. I can't be her. I try and try and try—but in the end, I'm still just a knockoff replacement for their precious leader.
It's not their fault. Ivy left them to die. I left them to die. I didn't know. I didn't know, Ore. But it still happened. It's still my fault. So now I get to chase some relic that doesn't exist anymore, 'cause that's the only version of me that was ever worth something.
But Aster? He's real. He's made a life for himself, without having to be River.
[he leans back in his chair, crossing his arms as he listens. His frown slowly deepens]
The real Ivy is the one sittin' here with me drinkin' tea. An' if anyone says otherwise, they can go fuck themselves.
Be who you want to be. Not what others expect ya to be.
[then, a little gentler]
But If ya didn't know, then ya didn't know, Ivy. Don't make it yer fault an' it ain't fair to say that it is. It's a hell of a messed up situation to be in.
Way I see it, as someone who's got plenty of ya amnesiacs in my life -
I'll treat ya how ya wanna be treated. You wanna pick up where we left off? I'll tell ya whatever ya wanna know. Fresh start? S'fine with me, don't change nothin'.
Is it easy? Nah, but it ain't easy for y'all either.
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Being around him makes me want to jump off the boat, though.
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There's differences, sure. He's been livin' a different life, different experiences - an' bein' here? Ain't no one walkin' off this boat the same as they walked on. I don't mean that in a bad way, either.
But - still River. Ya might have to look a lil' closer sometimes to see it, but I promise ya it's there.
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You know those thugs that follow me around sometimes? They loved her. The real Ivy. They want... I don't know what they want, but they want me gone. They're not fucking around when they try to kill me. 'cause I'm not her. I can't be her. I try and try and try—but in the end, I'm still just a knockoff replacement for their precious leader.
It's not their fault. Ivy left them to die. I left them to die. I didn't know. I didn't know, Ore. But it still happened. It's still my fault. So now I get to chase some relic that doesn't exist anymore, 'cause that's the only version of me that was ever worth something.
But Aster? He's real. He's made a life for himself, without having to be River.
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The real Ivy is the one sittin' here with me drinkin' tea. An' if anyone says otherwise, they can go fuck themselves.
Be who you want to be. Not what others expect ya to be.
[then, a little gentler]
But If ya didn't know, then ya didn't know, Ivy. Don't make it yer fault an' it ain't fair to say that it is. It's a hell of a messed up situation to be in.
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Then the same goes for Aster, right? I want my friend back. But he shouldn't have to live up to that.
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Way I see it, as someone who's got plenty of ya amnesiacs in my life -
I'll treat ya how ya wanna be treated. You wanna pick up where we left off? I'll tell ya whatever ya wanna know. Fresh start? S'fine with me, don't change nothin'.
Is it easy? Nah, but it ain't easy for y'all either.
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starts crying ]
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You say a lot of dumb words, old man.
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