[ The sarcasm is real. This is the last thing Booker needs. He left Brooklyn as a safety. Knowing that this place has been manipulating him for the last year is not exactly something to shrug at. He's just at the tail-end of his recovery from years of drug and alcohol abuse. Still coming to terms with who he was before skipping town, things that he hasn't told anyone. Even Rosalind.
He flicks ash in a nearby ashtray, rubbing at his face with his free hand. ]
I've had plenty of wake-up calls in my life. This doesn't exactly align with 'em.
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[ The sarcasm is real. This is the last thing Booker needs. He left Brooklyn as a safety. Knowing that this place has been manipulating him for the last year is not exactly something to shrug at. He's just at the tail-end of his recovery from years of drug and alcohol abuse. Still coming to terms with who he was before skipping town, things that he hasn't told anyone. Even Rosalind.
He flicks ash in a nearby ashtray, rubbing at his face with his free hand. ]
I've had plenty of wake-up calls in my life. This doesn't exactly align with 'em.