...What if it doesn't end? What if you're wrong. I know it's some sissy crap to say that an end just leads to a beginning, but what if it's true?

[Pokey is not a courageous boy, and it'd be hard to say that it's courage that is really in any way motivating him to speak up against the...real him. This him. However you wanted to phrase this flavor. This cold, heartless him that he had been on the road to becoming before Mayfield. This version of him that he had contemplated becoming again when he first got here, and it had seemed to easy to just hide away.

He was an idiot to have even contemplated it. To have thought of going down the road again that could just lead to...this. A bitter child in the guise of a bitter old man, rambling and seeing nothing beyond himself.]

And even if it did end, it wouldn't matter. You can't see the present, I dunno how you're going to tell when the end is here.

You're pathetic.

[Pokey shakes his head, slowly.]

Do yourself a favor: stay here. That's easy enough, right? I mean you kinda have to. Just stay here and don't bother anyone.

I don't wanna waste my time having to deal with you.