You don’t start out life this way. The world has to mold you to be like this. You aren’t born with the morals you currently possess, nor do you come into this world with any real abstract thoughts. It’s the events around you that change your perspective, and transform you from a lump of clay to a divine sculpture. Or at least, that’s what it’s supposed to do. I guess maybe the guy sculpting him slipped or something. It’s not entirely his fault. I’m sure that he thought it was all okay. But he messed up, and I ended up… messed up.
Therapist: Tell me about your family.
Bridge: My family? What does that have to do with anything, I thought this was about me?
Therapist: Well yes, but just tell me about your family first. It will make it easier when we talk about you.
Bridge: But we are going to talk about me?
Therapist: Yes.
Bridge: Alright then.
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