Text@Marko

Ser: Too late. On my way.
Marko: See your dead body in the basement then.
Ser: Maybe you can mount it to your wall.
Ser: Oh, better yet. Make a rug.

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Marko: Cinema.
Ser: ...I'm coming over.
Marko: No.
Ser: Too late. On my way.

Text@Marko

Marko: Cinema.
Ser: ...I'm coming over.

Text@Marko

Ser: Stare right into my eyes and pull the trigger?
Ser: You really think you could?
Marko: I've done it once.
Ser: Not to me.
Ser: ....are you on this side or still on your own territory?

Text@Marko

Ser: Would you be able to pull the trigger?
Marko: Maybe.
Ser: Stare right into my eyes and pull the trigger?
Ser: You really think you could?

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Marko: Friends are there for each other whether they talk or see each other or not.
Marko: If that's not the same for you, then I guess we really aren't friends anymore. And I'd be inclined to shoot.
Marko: I'll aim for the head then.
Ser: Would you be able to pull the trigger?

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Marko: I'm loyal to my friends too.
Marko: But if you'd like to arrange your death that way, then I guess the least I can do is help.
Ser: Friends? Friends see each other. Talk to each other. You avoid me like the plague.
Ser: I don't plan on dying but if it comes down to that, then my choice is clear.