1:22:00
All his cheering crowds gone.
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Here, the looking glass
of pride and ruined vanity,
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where wars of time are fought and lost.
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And now this.
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This is your glass of darkness,
Mr. Halloway.
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Its name, regret.
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Its sum, despair.
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Drink deep its funeral sights and sounds.
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Your failure as a father and as a man.
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Your son hates you.
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You've lost him. He's mine.
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And young Jim Nightshade, too.
1:23:13
Drown, Halloway.
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Drown in your regrets.
1:23:22
Dad!
1:23:25
Dad, please!
1:23:30
('echoing.) I,,,
1:23:33
('echoing.) I love you,
1:23:40
('echoing.) I love you!
1:23:45
('splash.)
1:23:50
('echoing.) Dad! Dad!
1:23:59
('breaking glass.)