tell me some thing you know.
what?
anything.
anything at all.
our average life expectancy is
fifty-eight years.
mine isn’t.
don’t.
well, it isn’t.
you can have my extras;
i’ll live twenty-five years,
and you’ll live to be ninety-five.
you mean ninety-one.
i won’t regardless.
why?
either we’re both ninety-one,
or neither of us is.
i can’t imagine a “neither.”
perfect.
then we’ll both live forever.
take your medicine.
what for?
because you have sixty-eight
years left to live, at least,
and i will see you through
each and every one of them.
yes, sergeant.
take your medicine.
