"You'll be out of options. No talking to yourself or the voices in your head and you're closing yourself off from the team. Sounds damn lonely." Leonard was still looking at Mick, shifting his body a little to the side. His clothes rustled, everything as realistic as it could possibly be.
"There ain't any rush to die, Mick. Nothing in it for you. I'd know."
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"There ain't any rush to die, Mick. Nothing in it for you. I'd know."