I wanted Jay alive. Fuck, I - I wanted Alex alive.
[Alex. Alex Kralie, who pointed a gun at him and fired, who pointed a gun at Jay and sent a round through his gut without pausing to blink, without pausing to say anything to the college friend of mine who uprooted everything he had just to see him again.]
[Alex, who beat him, who broke him, who threatened him, who wrapped fingers around his throat and squeezed.]
[As if he'd known that it would take a real shiv to the chest, something irreconcilable, something irredeemable, like yanking a lifeless man's head back by the hair, to truly get Tim to strike back in earnest.]
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[Alex. Alex Kralie, who pointed a gun at him and fired, who pointed a gun at Jay and sent a round through his gut without pausing to blink, without pausing to say anything to the college friend of mine who uprooted everything he had just to see him again.]
[Alex, who beat him, who broke him, who threatened him, who wrapped fingers around his throat and squeezed.]
[As if he'd known that it would take a real shiv to the chest, something irreconcilable, something irredeemable, like yanking a lifeless man's head back by the hair, to truly get Tim to strike back in earnest.]
I would've helped him. I would've helped you.