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'''Rose:''' That's over. We-- It was a mistake. Just another stupid ''impulse'' of mine that-- Anyway, we ended it. ''I'' did.\\
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'''Rose:''' That's over. We-- It was a mistake. Just another stupid ''impulse'' '''impulse''' of mine that-- Anyway, we ended it. ''I'' '''I''' did.\\
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'''Rose:''' I think, when you spoke to me before going away-- when you told me how you felt-- Well, that scared me, because we were such good friends, and I didn't want to ''lose'' that. Or maybe I thought-- Hell. Who knows what I thought? But then Sinbad was here, back from the war. A ''hero''. And he had to stay up here at the farm, because he wasn't allowed into Fabletown after the Genii incident--\\
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'''Rose:''' I think, when you spoke to me before going away-- when you told me how you felt-- Well, that scared me, because we were such good friends, and I didn't want to ''lose'' '''lose''' that. Or maybe I thought-- Hell. Who knows what I thought? But then Sinbad was here, back from the war. A ''hero''.'''hero'''. And he had to stay up here at the farm, because he wasn't allowed into Fabletown after the Genii incident--\\
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'''Rose:''' No, don't interrupt me, Blue, or I won't have the courage to say this. I made a mistake, but it's not too late. We should be ''together'' for whatever time you have left. We should get married right ''now'' and--\\
'''Blue:''' Rose, stop it. You're talking nonsense. I hate being harsh, but one of the few advantages of--of this-- is that dying men are allowed complete and brutal candor. Here's what I believe. You gravitate towards whoever adds the most excitement to your life-- for good or bad. You slept with Prince Charming because it was so wrong, and you knew it would destroy your sister. The danger was irresistible. You were with Jack for substantially the same reasons. And then you started to drift towards Weyland, when the two of you were up here together, and there was no one else more interesting close at hand. And you might have gone for me once, early on, when I was new and heroic and exciting. But that attraction withered as you found out I didn't ''want'' to be a hero-- That all I craved was to be dull and ordinary. And then along came Sinbad, poor man. He didn't know what was coming. He was perfect-- heroic and larger than life. You pounced quickly, before the glamour wore off. Do you see the pattern, Rose? When I showed up here again, bravely dying, Sinbad didn't stand a chance. I was once again the most interesting man in the room. In any room. How could you resist? And this time, it's better than ever, because I'll be dead ''long'' before the excitement is in any danger of fading. This time I'm your perfect man.
'''Blue:''' Rose, stop it. You're talking nonsense. I hate being harsh, but one of the few advantages of--of this-- is that dying men are allowed complete and brutal candor. Here's what I believe. You gravitate towards whoever adds the most excitement to your life-- for good or bad. You slept with Prince Charming because it was so wrong, and you knew it would destroy your sister. The danger was irresistible. You were with Jack for substantially the same reasons. And then you started to drift towards Weyland, when the two of you were up here together, and there was no one else more interesting close at hand. And you might have gone for me once, early on, when I was new and heroic and exciting. But that attraction withered as you found out I didn't ''want'' to be a hero-- That all I craved was to be dull and ordinary. And then along came Sinbad, poor man. He didn't know what was coming. He was perfect-- heroic and larger than life. You pounced quickly, before the glamour wore off. Do you see the pattern, Rose? When I showed up here again, bravely dying, Sinbad didn't stand a chance. I was once again the most interesting man in the room. In any room. How could you resist? And this time, it's better than ever, because I'll be dead ''long'' before the excitement is in any danger of fading. This time I'm your perfect man.
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'''Rose:''' No, don't interrupt me, Blue, or I won't have the courage to say this. I made a mistake, but it's not too late. We should be ''together'' '''together''' for whatever time you have left. We should get married right ''now'' '''now''' and--\\
'''Blue:''' Rose, stop it. You're talking nonsense. I hate being harsh, but one of the few advantages of--of this-- is that dying men are allowed complete and brutal candor. Here's what I believe. You gravitate towards whoever adds the most excitement to your life-- for good or bad. You slept with Prince Charming because it was so wrong, and you knew it would destroy your sister. The danger was irresistible. You were with Jack for substantially the same reasons. And then you started to drift towards Weyland, when the two of you were up here together, and there was no one else more interesting close at hand. And you might have gone for me once, early on, when I was new and heroic and exciting. But that attraction withered as you found out I didn't''want'' '''want''' to be a hero-- That all I craved was to be dull and ordinary. And then along came Sinbad, poor man. He didn't know what was coming. He was perfect-- heroic and larger than life. You pounced quickly, before the glamour wore off. Do you see the pattern, Rose? When I showed up here again, bravely dying, Sinbad didn't stand a chance. I was once again the most interesting man in the room. In any room. How could you resist? And this time, it's better than ever, because I'll be dead ''long'' '''long''' before the excitement is in any danger of fading. This time I'm your perfect man.'''perfect''' man. Except that it's too late, because I've finally realized that I deserve '''better'''.\\
''(Rose gets up from her seat, tears in her eyes, but doesn't say a word)''\\
'''Blue:''' I don't know the particular incident, but somehow you were broken when you were young, in a way that you never recovered. I'm terribly sorry about that, but I can't fix it. I can't fix you. I hope that someday, someone else can. I truly do. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm tired. I think I'll rest for a while.
'''Blue:''' Rose, stop it. You're talking nonsense. I hate being harsh, but one of the few advantages of--of this-- is that dying men are allowed complete and brutal candor. Here's what I believe. You gravitate towards whoever adds the most excitement to your life-- for good or bad. You slept with Prince Charming because it was so wrong, and you knew it would destroy your sister. The danger was irresistible. You were with Jack for substantially the same reasons. And then you started to drift towards Weyland, when the two of you were up here together, and there was no one else more interesting close at hand. And you might have gone for me once, early on, when I was new and heroic and exciting. But that attraction withered as you found out I didn't
''(Rose gets up from her seat, tears in her eyes, but doesn't say a word)''\\
'''Blue:''' I don't know the particular incident, but somehow you were broken when you were young, in a way that you never recovered. I'm terribly sorry about that, but I can't fix it. I can't fix you. I hope that someday, someone else can. I truly do. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm tired. I think I'll rest for a while.
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->'''Blue:''' How's your husband?\\
'''Rose:''' That's over. We-- It was a mistake. Just another stupid ''impulse'' of mine that-- Anyway, we ended it. ''I'' did.\\
'''Blue:''' Oh?\\
'''Rose:''' I think, when you spoke to me before going away-- when you told me how you felt-- Well, that scared me, because we were such good friends, and I didn't want to ''lose'' that. Or maybe I thought-- Hell. Who knows what I thought? But then Sinbad was here, back from the war. A ''hero''. And he had to stay up here at the farm, because he wasn't allowed into Fabletown after the Genii incident--\\
'''Blue:''' Rose.\\
'''Rose:''' No, don't interrupt me, Blue, or I won't have the courage to say this. I made a mistake, but it's not too late. We should be ''together'' for whatever time you have left. We should get married right ''now'' and--\\
'''Blue:''' Rose, stop it. You're talking nonsense. I hate being harsh, but one of the few advantages of--of this-- is that dying men are allowed complete and brutal candor. Here's what I believe. You gravitate towards whoever adds the most excitement to your life-- for good or bad. You slept with Prince Charming because it was so wrong, and you knew it would destroy your sister. The danger was irresistible. You were with Jack for substantially the same reasons. And then you started to drift towards Weyland, when the two of you were up here together, and there was no one else more interesting close at hand. And you might have gone for me once, early on, when I was new and heroic and exciting. But that attraction withered as you found out I didn't ''want'' to be a hero-- That all I craved was to be dull and ordinary. And then along came Sinbad, poor man. He didn't know what was coming. He was perfect-- heroic and larger than life. You pounced quickly, before the glamour wore off. Do you see the pattern, Rose? When I showed up here again, bravely dying, Sinbad didn't stand a chance. I was once again the most interesting man in the room. In any room. How could you resist? And this time, it's better than ever, because I'll be dead ''long'' before the excitement is in any danger of fading. This time I'm your perfect man.
-->-- '''Issue 81, Boy Blue talking with Rose Red before he dies''', ''ComicBook/{{Fables}}''
