I know,
I know; I should just let things run their course but when you put a big bowl of shiny knowledge out on the table, 'course I'm gonna take a looksie. So I read about my future back home. Can I say,
boy howdy, do I
ever have my shit together? It's good as gold. Head of Deadlock, which is about five times its current size, and I'm worth $6 million more to the law than Jesse McCree (which I always suspected, but it's
nice to have it in writing). I'm dangerous, I'm sexy, and I'm running things: just as I always wanted.
So with all that in mind - I've decided to stay here.
Hold your horses. I ain't got a head injury. Here's the thing: sure, that future's everything I've ever wanted spread out like a banquet, but now that I know I'm capable of it, it's not enough. I want
more. I'm in
competition with that sexy platinum bitch.
The instant I stop swimming, I'm dead. That's how it's always been. Aim high - that's always been my goal. And I'm happy to let that Ashe lead Deadlock and continue taking over the Southwestern United States, because what I do here is gonna blow her shit out of the water. So here's to Atlantis - I'm looking forward to seeing what you hold for me, babe.
[ Filtered to Jesse and Sydney ] I was gonna ask you (Jesse) if my staying was alright, but then I remembered that I don't care and you're stuck with me like a gilded flicker on a saguaro.
I made up some fireworks - every color in the book. Sparklers and boomers. Wanna set 'em off before we become partycrashers tonight?
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