Diesel Washington and Chris Harder (AP P2)

The creation of care is nigh, but know this, you will not succeed.

Love always, Jinx.

My beloved sons, offsprings of my better nature, put, luck, enable. I'm tired. I grow weak, not for the want of hope, but rather the lack of it.

Malik is gorging on the fear of men. While he grows strong, I fade.

The day of reckoning is here, for the cremation of care. Malik seeks an offering.

Now is the time. Shed your childish ways, or better, use them for greater purpose.

Your beloved father, Jinx.

Wake up.

Did you see my show tonight?

I did.

And...

I thought you looked great.

I thought I was fantastic.

You looked really good.

What?

What's wrong?

I don't like what you say on the show. I don't like this persona, this character you claim and play to be.

That's what I do.

It's not being real to yourself.

I'm a pundit.

You're a hypocrite.

Well, it's my hypocrisy that pays for all of this. So I guess if I'm a hypocrite, then you're a hypocrite.

I guess you're right.

Let's not do this. Let's not fight.

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