[Private] You are, Buck. You said so yourself. You broke those triggers a long time ago, and this time...
Shit, Buck. I know it was too close for comfort, that it felt the same. But it wasn't, and you weren't the only one. I saw a bunch of us trying to kill each other indiscriminately. Hell, one almost finished me off.
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Hey, wanna meet in the kitchen for some pound cake? Get away from the creepy way this place is fucking with this week?
If you're not ready to talk to Sam, you can use my bunk.