Fuckin' wwitch. Don't lie to me about your non-existent wweird wwitchy powwers.
[He leans forward, letting the door crack open again.]
...Sam. You havve to swwear on your fuckin' life that this isn't some trick.
[He pauses, taking a deep breath.]
This hospital thing. It's not just some plot to cull--fuck, it's hard to explain. An' I sound insane, but I don't care if you hate my vviolet guts. Just fuckin' promise me.
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[He leans forward, letting the door crack open again.]
...Sam. You havve to swwear on your fuckin' life that this isn't some trick.
[He pauses, taking a deep breath.]
This hospital thing. It's not just some plot to cull--fuck, it's hard to explain. An' I sound insane, but I don't care if you hate my vviolet guts. Just fuckin' promise me.