Sometimes it seems like it happened to someone else. Like maybe it was a story I heard. The hardest part is not knowing if any of them made it. But if I knew for sure I was the only one left it would be worse. At least now I can make up lives for them… The truth is, they’d just be like me, living on the run, always looking over my shoulder. Hope is for losers. It’s a con job people trip behind till they finally get a grip on the cold, hard truth. Still, I hope that they’re out there somewhere and that they’re okay.
i wish i could pull off doing that but i’m way too white
Kendra, this is a motorcycle. Its sole reason for being is to go fast, very fast. Not for you to use as a clothesline. Now, make no mistake. I love you as a friend and a roommate, but I love my motorcycle more. Stay away from the bike, okay?
I’m gonna be out of here in five minutes to go back to my cell, and you’ll get rid of me for the night. Okay, 452?
max and logan • dark angel 2x01.