She looks him dead in the eye-and he can see just how tired and just like-done with everyone's bullshit-she really is.
"Mother dead, father dead, all of my siblings but one, dead. Brother...in prison. And I'm basically an indentured servant. But you don't see me throwing myself at the feet of a killer, do you."
He glared.
"That Is because you have sense, alright. You have someone. Samantha Is apart of my imagination-I have No friends! Rowan, I am just about on the edge of a cliff. My mind is becoming blank and I have no one. If I can save you from what I feel right now by helping you and your brother I am sure as hells is going to do it! You need your brother Rowan, You want him Rowan. And I get it, I don't give a damn If I die. And if I'm being honest I want too, but you need your brother. You are going to take me with you whether you like it or not!"
Tears were down his face, he was out of control. He was trying to stop exposing how he really felt but it all came out and that was just some of it.
She walks over and grabs his face, forcing her to look at him
"STOP IT. You have no one? Then find someone. There are 7 billion people on this planet. You need a friend? Make a friend. You need someone to save you? Get a goddamned therapist! Because you. Can. Look around you-look at your life-from the outside, this is a life that most people would kill for. And you are in a position where you CAN actually make your personal life better-the only thing standing in your way is YOU. And I know it sucks and I KNOW you miss your family I. FUCKING. GET IT. But you keep going. Life's a bitch and then you die. But you don't get to take the easy out."
