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| * ...Is that your family?
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| * They, um. They look really nice!
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* clip... why don't we give him some space?
* i'll bet there's some impressive future technology on this ship, we can give that a look.
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| * c'mon. let's try this way.
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Moon-Soo, wait--
Before you go. |
Do you really think this is it? All this grief... it never goes away?
Am I never going to be better than the man I am now? |
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* cliff.
* i'm seventeen years old.
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What would you think of me now?
I can't even... I don't know what you would say. |
I just want them to be safe.
It's turning me into someone I don't want to be.
I don't... want to be a killer, anymore. |
But someone has to. Right?
It has to be me? |
I want to hear your voice again.
You would know how to make it make sense.
Please, what I wouldn't give... |
| Clip... hey, I think I do need space right now. |
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* Call me Rex!
* I don't believe we've been acquainted!
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