Who gets to - decide that?
I’m not entirely sure. But the decision’s been made, hasn’t it?
I can’t be selfless, Robbie. I try, and it only makes it worse. Every minute of every day, I wish it was me. I would have gladly switched places with you, or Silver. You deserved to live. Silver deserved to live. Why is it that I’m the one who made it through?
Because you deserve to live too. There are people here who need you to be alive, you’re not done yet.
…all right. I know.
Experiment? For all I know, maybe I can be summoned on demand if someone repeats my name three times in a mirror?
…please…don’t leave, Robb. Even if you have to stay out of sight…just…stay here.
I don’t — this was supposed to be goodbye, Jon.
…I’ll try my best. But you don’t need to see me to know that I’ll always be around in one way or another.
[He smiled slightly.] Shame no one else does.
I’m your big brother, it’s my job.
…then you’ll be here, won’t you?
Always. Someone has to tell you that you’ve done something stupid.
No, Dimples. That is where you’re wrong.
I lost my father, just like you. And I was conscious when Silver died, I felt that too. Wishing it was you instead doesn’t make it better, because it just means that you’ve switched places. That’s just being selfish.
I’ll take care of them. The others too.
Damn right you will. Allison and Sienna especially. Or you’ll have me to answer to.
- I can come and go as I please now, if I understand correctly.
I’m sorry, Robb. But - I’m not who you think I am. I’m worse. Much worse.
That is where you’re wrong, Not-Annie.