“You can’t even kill me yet. And you won’t get enough power to do that. I’ll make sure of that. As soon as you get close, I’ll grab my gun and blow my own brains out. You’re not leaving this place. And you’re not killing Panta. You see, I’m not afraid of death. I’m at peace with my demons. I know what Hell awaits me in the next world. What about you? Do you know what awaits you? What hell you’re sentenced to? It’s not too late to repent, you know. Give up your soul to the lord. Go on up and live on the fluffy clouds when you starve to death in here? Though, you’re probably too stubborn for that.” [b]Grant chuckles, seemingly amused by the prospect.[/b] “You won’t even kill an old man you barely talk to. How could you kill someone who was your best friend in the entire world? My gun’s been over there the entire time. You could’ve killed me at any time. You’re just a coward like me, aren’t you, boy?” [b]Grant takes his feet off the table, looking at Bedlam right in the eyes again, his stony exterior back.[/b] “Face it. We’re both going to die in here. You in hate, me in love. I love all of you kids, Bedlam. You. Panta. Traci. Irina. All of you. But you just can’t be allowed to leave. How does it feel to know you’re going to die with one of the only people in this world that bothered to be close to you? That you’re going to orphan some kids? And I’m not talking to this bullshit you that’s going on right now. I’m talking about real, actual you. The one who knew what to say. What to do. How to be a good person. How does it feel?”