He's quiet for a moment, staring at his glass. Sweeney wets his lip, unsure how to broach the topic, if there's even a way to. He does his best to be gentle.
"You think ya'd rather it stayed that way?" Time isn't left for an answer before he makes an addition.
"Or's it too early ta e'en be thinkin' of 'what's ta be' when the 'what is' is still so fucked?"
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"Off network."
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"You think ya'd rather it stayed that way?" Time isn't left for an answer before he makes an addition.
"Or's it too early ta e'en be thinkin' of 'what's ta be' when the 'what is' is still so fucked?"