[He picks the petals from the coltsfoot bloom in hand, one by one, creasing them up into dark little balls and flicking them away.]
Spent most of my time trying to keep Connie - uh, C.T., from blowing his brains out. Wasn't going to help anybody. He'd just come back, and probably give us even more shit.
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[He picks the petals from the coltsfoot bloom in hand, one by one, creasing them up into dark little balls and flicking them away.]
Spent most of my time trying to keep Connie - uh, C.T., from blowing his brains out. Wasn't going to help anybody. He'd just come back, and probably give us even more shit.