I'm drunk enough to actually say something genuine. Jesus christ. I get so earnest off that Asahi. Jake: I know you're not gonna listen to me. You only listen to me when I'm telling you shit you want to hear. That's why we broke up. But trust me, man: There's nothing left for you here. No Dirk Strider in all of Paradox Space has what you're looking for. We can't fix you, and we can't make you a complete person again. No amount of throwing yourself at us and praying it'll be different this time will change that, and even if you found a Dirk who settled down with you for the rest of your life you still wouldn't be happy, because we are not good for each-other. You need to move on. You're a hot dude. You've got a nice ass, and you know how to use it. You are, on occasion, funny. You even don't look like total shit with a moustache. You've got a life to live, if you'd only stop tying yourself to the anchor that is Dirk Strider. If anything between us mattered to you, if you actually still love me and not just what I represent to you, then move on. Please. I want you to be happy. I love you, which is why you need to leave. Because none of the other Dirks love you back.


