[But that's fine. Mandricardo is used to monologues, after all. And its easier to talk without having to hear what Caiman says, at the moment. He thinks that if he said something, rebuked him, it would just hurt more.]
And deep down, I was...excited to play baseball with you. I didn't even know what it was. And you sayin' you liked me, I...was happy. You were nice.
[...]
I guess I'm just...trying to understand. The man I knew, and the man that killed Molly.
[Because it feels like such wildly different pictures that it feels impossible to reconcile.]
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[But that's fine. Mandricardo is used to monologues, after all. And its easier to talk without having to hear what Caiman says, at the moment. He thinks that if he said something, rebuked him, it would just hurt more.]
And deep down, I was...excited to play baseball with you. I didn't even know what it was. And you sayin' you liked me, I...was happy. You were nice.
[...]
I guess I'm just...trying to understand. The man I knew, and the man that killed Molly.
[Because it feels like such wildly different pictures that it feels impossible to reconcile.]