Lydia:
You ever think about... what the world would be like without you? If I just went ahead and killed myself this would all be over.
Link:
Oh, so that's where we're at, giving up. Fine. You kill yourself then I'll kill myself and I'll take some innocent people with me. How'd that be?
Lydia:
You think I'm kidding, Dad, but I've tried.
Link:
Yeah, so have I, plenty of times. Where's that got us?
Lydia:
I took all of my stepdad's pills when I was twelve.
Link:
Girls take pills when they want somebody to find them.
Lydia:
I tried to hang myself when I was ten years old.
Link:
Well, that didn't work very well.
Lydia:
You understand what I'm trying to tell you?
Link:
Yeah, sure. Congratulations.
Lydia:
I was ten years old.
Link:
I knew a ten-year-old kid, killed his whole family with a rock.
Lydia:
What the fuck does that mean? Why don't you ever listen to me?
Link:
I'm listening, okay.
Link:
[Points to the top of his head]
Look. Feel this, right up here.
Lydia:
No.
Link:
Yes, come on, it's important. Feel it, come on.
Lydia:
[Touches his head]
Oh my god. What is that?
Link:
Yeah, drove my bike off a cliff on the PCH, split my head wide open. The point is I meant to do it, but they saved my ass anyway and there's a steel plate in my head. And look at this.
Lydia:
No. I don't want to. You're a fucking Cyborg.
Link:
I opened up my wrists in prison. Then I got sepsis, spent two months in the prison hospital watching game shows then I really wanted to kill myself.
Lydia:
Alright, you win.
Link:
No, there's no winning or losing. You either wanna wake up in the morning or you don't, and if you can't find a way to live with yourself, well then, why run? Why come to me, why do any of this?
Lydia:
I don't wanna die.
Link:
That's right, you don't wanna die. Cause you're a seventeen-year-old kid and you got a lot to live for. Okay? You may not wanna wake up tomorrow, but the day after that might just be great. Might be the best fucking day of your life. You know? You don't wanna miss it, right?
