. . . they don't call 'em Forever Wars 'cause there's any end in sight . . .
Ah, well.
Maybe, and I'm going brain-long on this, but maybe a Forever War . . . maybe it lingers the way it does because it doesn't have a home, y'know?
A Forever War is such an ugly, unlovable thing-the Emperor of Motherfuckers, right?
Well . . . everybody's gotta belong some kinda place.
Maybe we need . . . Forever Homes for these unloved Forever Wars, eh?
Bartender escorts him toward the door.
I know, I know.
I don't listen to me, either . . .
Bartender steers him out the door and into the mysterious night.
