[ he's already turned away, but he's paused on the way to his bedroom. ]

I refuse to believe that. Maybe that's what they want. Too many people die for me to think that I'm not gonna get my happy ending. And I'm not just talking as a country.

[ shoulders sagging as he walks away. his voice is almost quiet for once. ]

It's my story, I'll end it how I want to.

[ annnnddd after a while, he returns with a bunch of cothes that need holes sewn back together. his face remains surprisingly neutral. ]