YOU TOOK THE [BOTTLE] FROM BETWEEN MY FINGERTIPS AND YOU DRANK IT JUST LIKE HE USED TO. YOU POURED THE FIRE DOWN YOUR THROAT LIKE YOU HADN'T DRANK IN WEEKS AND YOU WOULDN'T DRINK AGAIN. YOU CLUTCHED ONTO THAT FUCKING VODKA SO TIGHT IT WAS AS IF YOU'D DIE IF YOU LET IT GO. YOU TOOK THE [BOTTLE] FROM BETWEEN MY FINGERTIPS AND I CANNOT THANK YOU ENOUGH. BECAUSE WHEN YOU TOOK THE VODKA – WHEN YOU TOOK MY RAGE – IT WAS ALMOST AS IF I COULD FEEL THEIR HAND LACED INTO MINE. IT WAS ALMOST AS IF IT WAS THEM ASKING ME WHO'S NAME IT READ ON THE HEADSTONE.

IT WAS . . . it was almost as if i wasn't lying when i told them it was yours.