[ Life is a complex thing that oscillates as you age. At one point, Dean felt like it was his responsibility save everyone. At another, it became acceptable to allow for civilian casualties in the name of the greater good. He's varied back and forth on the spectrum between those two points, but it's really his opinion of his own redemption that's significant now. He thinks he knows his ending, he thinks it's inevitable and violent. He thinks his weight is heavy, and if anyone tries to pull him out... ]
I'm just gonna drag you down with me.
[ He croaks, and he knows it's true. There are a hundred souls anchoring him, tethering him, pulling at him, drowning at him. The man above him... he's just one guy. No one person -- hell, no army of people can save him.
Fingers twine in his shirt, they pull at his collar, they dig into his hair and they tip his head back firmly. His voice takes on a stronger note, a firm quality, a new and sad confidence. ]
You gotta let it go, man. You gotta get the hell out.
[ He shouldn't have even asked. He shouldn't have even tried. This guy might've left and moved on already if it weren't for him. That's just what he does, though, isn't it? He pulls on a pathetic face so people feel obligated, or they feel pity, or sympathy. It baits a hook, they bite, they get stuck with him, and then eventually they wind up a writhing mass in this sea of bodies. ]
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I'm just gonna drag you down with me.
[ He croaks, and he knows it's true. There are a hundred souls anchoring him, tethering him, pulling at him, drowning at him. The man above him... he's just one guy. No one person -- hell, no army of people can save him.
Fingers twine in his shirt, they pull at his collar, they dig into his hair and they tip his head back firmly. His voice takes on a stronger note, a firm quality, a new and sad confidence. ]
You gotta let it go, man. You gotta get the hell out.
[ He shouldn't have even asked. He shouldn't have even tried. This guy might've left and moved on already if it weren't for him. That's just what he does, though, isn't it? He pulls on a pathetic face so people feel obligated, or they feel pity, or sympathy. It baits a hook, they bite, they get stuck with him, and then eventually they wind up a writhing mass in this sea of bodies. ]