no one understands sparrow ben like i do actually. it’s like your family loves and misses a version of you that as far as you’re concerned never existed and that you can’t go back to even if you wanted to. you don’t even think you’ve really don’t anything wrong and maybe you’ve been a little mean but you’re scared and confused and alone so sue you? and yet they all hate you, exclude you, isolate you all in favor of some perfect angelic version of you they talk about with reverence in their voice and love in their eyes that no one has ever looked at you with. and yea you’re pissed, as them, at yourself, at everything so of course you’re acting like an asshole because the only people left, the only people with even half a shot of caring about you, like some different version of you better. a different version you can never be. and you can never make up for their loss and they’ll never look at you and see anyone other than him. all you want is someone to see you. someone to want you. not the old you, not a softer, nicer, cleaner version of you. just you. messy and mean and angry and alive.
i still can’t get over the fact that the handler tries to tempt five with benefits and a pension plan even though he’s very obviously never paid taxes or bought insurance