Part Eleven: Freak Out...

Daniel's POV

Koda whispered something to Damen, and his color went instantly white, the blood draining from his face. He wobbled a little in my grasp, and I tightened my hand on him. Koda smiled at me, sickening almost, like the bird who ate the cat, and I didn't like the look of it.

"Oh, it's alright Damen...It's not like anyone was really wondering anyway, and I'm sure when they all see that the title was changed on that sketch, they'll all know for sure anyway. Payback's a bitch isn't she? And revenge against you is all so sweet. You know they'll never let you be an officer once this comes out."

He leaned over and planted one of those big, sloppy, fake kisses on Damen's cheek, almost skipping out of the room. I felt Damen's knees buckling, and grabbed him around the waist to hold him up.

"Damen? What's wrong? Damen?!"

He collapsed, falling back on me with a glazed look on his face. We were alone in the room, and I leaned him down on the steps leading up to the seats. He opened his hand, shoving the ring at me absently as he began slipping out of consciousness.

"He knows...Koda knows..."

He shut his eyes, going limp in my arms.

"No, Damen...Come on...Don't do this now...."

I sat there holding him for what seemed like an hour before he came to again. It had only been about five minutes, but when you worry, it only makes it drag on longer. He looked at me, moaning under his breath as he reached a careful hand to his forehead, massaging it.

"God what a headache...And I am in so much trouble..."

"What is going on? What did he say?"

"We forgot to grab the ring, and he found it...We also forgot to dump the bin when we were finished...He knows what happened, he knows you and Darren were there."

"Why was he talking about payback and revenge?"

He tried to roll away from me, pulling himself into a ball, like trying to protect himself. He wouldn't meet my eyes.

"Damen, no secrets remember? What is going on?"

He tensed, drew himself even tighter.

"He lied to me, abused me...Almost killed me...Not something I like remembering..."

"Yes, but if you tell someone...someone can help you."

He turned his head to look at me.

"It was my first year here...We had some classes together, and I...well, for some reason was attracted to him. Well, it happened like all the rest, I didn't want to do it, and he beat me. There was no sexual contact at all, thank God, but I was battered and broken for a long time. That's why I started in with all the Criminal classes, security training...all that. I didn't want it to happen again, to anyone."

So that was the problem, they were stabbing at each other every chance they got, and it had only served to worsen the situation.

"Now that I'm more an official officer than Student Security...big difference there, and even more so to him. Now he's found his way at getting back at me."

"By what? Saying you're Bi-sexual, that you're gay? What difference does that make?"

"The fact that I committed a sexual act while on duty, in the office? Bad news Jonesy...They can drill me for that, that is if anyone believes him...The moron just got rid of the only evidence he really had on me by giving me back the ring and tossing the condoms."

"And the sketch?"

"There's thousands of nudes in the world...Why should anyone worry if I drew Darren? Like I told all of them, I finished it the day before I moved in...No big deal...Nothing was going on, so they can't stick that one either. He's sunk if he even tries I guess...It was just a shock to me that he did that."

"So no worries then?"

"Not for now anyway. Best to let Darren know what's going on. We should all watch out for Koda just in case though. I never know."

I pulled him back to me.

"How many enemies do you have?"

"Thousands...Everyone that looks down on our relationship...ha, and what a strange relationship it is..."

He stood up, pulling me to my feet with him.

"I could use a shower...How about you?"

I smiled at him, following him back to the dorm.

Part Twelve: Prep Time

Darren's POV

I yawned as I opened the door, letting myself in before realizing that the door was unlocked. Water was running in the bathroom, and I could clearly hear Damen singing, just some random radio song that sounded alright at the time. Suddenly, a moan floated out from behind the door, which someone didn't shut all the way. I knew that moan anywhere...Dan was in the shower with Damen.

I stuck my head in the door, not knowing what to be prepared for. As I crept around the shower, I chuckled to myself. There they were, Daniel moaning with his head leaning against the tile, and Damen rubbing the soap into his back. They weren't trying to pull anything in there.

"Darren?"

The room went silent, all but the water freezing solid as I met Daniel's eyes. They were like molten pools, melting my knees.

"Darren, what are you doing?"

"I, ummm...ahhh....just got back just thought I'd come see what all the moaning was about..."

"Jealous?"

"Nope, never...."

"Too bad, you're next..."

Daniel smiled at me, that big toothy one that says he's up to something.

"What do you mean I'm next?"

Damen chuckled, pulling Daniel back under the shower head to wash the soap off of him.

"We have a ceremony to attend, and I expect both of you to be washed up and presentable. And since I know best, as soon as Jonesy is done, you're in here next...I need to make sure you are clean *everywhere*..."

I found myself struggling to swallow as he winked at me...I felt myself blushing, my face burning as I wandered back out and to my room.

"Darren! Grab some clean clothes!"

I clawed through my closet, which even at that time was almost overflowing, searching for anything suitable for an audience. After finding a nice pants and jacket set, I laid it out on my bed, the one I never slept in anymore, and sat down at the desk. A few minutes later, a very wet Daniel thumped on my door, smiling.

"Your turn in the torture chamber."

"What do you mean Torture Chamber?"

"You'll see...Now get in there..."

He roughly grabbed the back of my shirt, as if I'd run away from him, leading me into the bathroom while still keeping one hand on the towel around his waist.

"God Dan, not like I haven't seen what you've got..."

"Shush...in, now."

He pushed me in the bathroom, pulling the door shut behind me. The water was still running, a fresh batch of steam rolling along the floor before slowly rising and fading in the warmer air. Damen's head poked from around the corner, one brow raised.

"Well come on now...off with the kit...Don't expect to have a shower and wash your clothes at the same time, do you?"

I'd never thought of that before, leave it to the freelance artist to think of something so outrageous, but so idealistic that it was sickening. I began to strip down, pulling my shirt off my shoulders and dropping it into a glorified heap on the tiled floor.

Stepping into the shower, his hands gently grabbed my shoulders, guiding me in front of him as he began to massage the muscles in my back. I moaned, tilting back towards him a little as the water flowed over me, slicking his hands.

"Calm...relax...I'm not going to do anything to you...Well, not like that anyway..."

"What if I want you to?"

"Dazza..."

He'd never called me that before, sounded strange coming out of him. I wanted to turn, to look in his eyes, see if they were darkening like mine were, or if he felt nothing to be standing alone and nude in a shower.

"...not now Darren...We had a wonderful night...It just doesn't seem right for me to screw you in some second-rate dorm room shower."

The memories of that night flooded through me, a sudden surge of warmth invading me, sinking and settling right in my groin.

Moving against me, he grabbed the shampoo from the shelf, pouring some into his hands then working up a lather in my hair. He ran his fingers through it, then gently pushed me under the water again, rinsing out the soap. As I brought my head up, his arms were around me, his hands sliding over my chest, ghosting over my nipples as I shuddered. I felt him kiss the back of my neck as he moved his hands lower, rubbing with the water.

"Damen?"

"Shhh...I only said I wasn't going to * screw * you...I never said anything about not jerking you off..."

He wrapped his fingers around my semi-erect cock, sending a shock coursing through my veins. Stroking and pulling, he brought it up in a relative flash, my mind spinning. Talented hands...musicians and artists were naturally talented with their hands in more ways than one, and he was bringing sounds of pleasure from my heated lips.

I turned my head, my lips meeting with his as he picked up his pace, soap and pre-cum lubing his hand as he slide it across my length. I tensed as I could feel it coming, bubbling up from my toes until I exploded, pouring myself out over his hands and down the drain. He kissed me again before removing his hand and going back to washing me. I slumped against the tile, letting the coolness sink into my head, trying to keep it from swimming.

He helped me out, drying me off with a towel before sending me out to get dressed.

"What are you going to do?"

"Take care of something quick, then I'll be right out."

I knew what he was talking about, because now that I could see him, that shower hadn't left him unaffected.

"Quick Damen, you don't want to be late for the presentation..."

Part 13: Artistic Expression

Damen's POV

I landed on the bed with a thud, the legs of my twill pants tangled around my feet in a mess as I struggled to pull them on. I cursed under my breath as I pulled at them, finally sliding them on. I jumped up, tugging them the rest of the way up as I made a horrible attempt at hopping to the closet for my shirt. I crashed into the door, muttering again as I dug for my uniform dress shirt, shrugging it on and tucking it into my pants. I sat back down on the bed, successfully putting on my socks before trying to tie my shoes, only managing to tangle the laces.

"Mate! Cool down, breath...You've got time..."

Daniel was in my doorway, looking quite serious in his 'Sunday best' as a smile crossed his lips. I'm sure I simply looked wonderful like that, sprawled out on the bed in a rumpled mess, hair tussled and fingers entwined in the laced knots. He sat down beside me, pulling my foot up onto his lap and pushing my hands away before calmly untying the mess I had made in my rush.

"Don't get all up about this. It's just a little award, nothing to get bent over about."

"Dan, it's the most serious Art Award given at this college, and yes, it's more than enough to be bent about. My future is hanging on this..."

He finished with the one shoe, and waved for the other as I laid back, my head resting on the pile of pillows at the head of my bed. I closed my eyes for a moment, my mind racing as I felt a pang in my stomach, like something was wrong. I felt him move my foot again, leaning in towards me, brushing a quick hand through my hair and down the side of my face. I guess I flinched, he suddenly pulled away from me like he'd been burned.

"Damen? What's wrong?"

"I don't know...I just feel something...like something's wrong somewhere, and it's pulling right at the pit of my stomach."

Daniel cocked his head, eyes squinting in thought as he lifted a hand to scratch at his cheek.

"That feeling ever been wrong?"

"No, not for as long as I can remember..."

"I'm going to get Darren..."

As soon as he stood up, the phone in the kitchen began to ring. Dan signaled for me to stay put as he walked down the hall to answer it. Darren appeared in the hall seconds later, combing out his hair.

"God, I need to get this cut...Who's on the line?"

He looked in at me, and I shrugged back, not knowing either. I strained to hear any of the conversation going on, only picking up bits of Dan's half.

"No...yes...okay...yeah...We'll be right over....no, I'm sure...Alright...give us five minutes..."

Daniel dropped the phone back in the cradle and darted back to us.

"That was Crawford...says something bad happened over at the Art Center...He's called for all officers to report, and he's sending a cart over for us."

I jumped up, brushing myself off and looking down at the logo stitched on my shirt. They had given it to me as I was being inducted into the forces, the motto staring back at me. 'To serve and protect, to honor the righteous and defend the truth...' Made me really wonder how many actually followed that.

"Alright, lets go see what the hell is being blamed on me this time..."

I made to grab Darren's comb, Daniel grabbing my hand lightly.

"Damen, leave it. You look good with that 'bedhead' style. Just says something about you..."

Taking the lead, I charged out the door and outside to wait for the cart, Darren and Daniel following at a length. Jon Wood was driving as fast as he could go up the walk towards us, hardly slowing as I jumped in the passengers seat, the others in the back as he floored it.

"You know what's up Jon?"

"Crawford says someone tried to jerk the lock on the Conference Room sometime after you had left. They tried looking at the tapes, but they were blacked out. On top of that, since they couldn't get in, they painted all over the doors. I didn't see it myself, so I can't tell you what it said, but Crawford was flustered over it."

"Why didn't we hear earlier?"

"He tried to cover it, get it cleaned up and find out who did it before the presentation, but he fouled up. So now there's a huge mess, all kinds of people there, though most of them still don't know whose stuff is behind that door. Damen, if it's something bad on that door, don't show it...You do, and everyone will know that it was meant for you, and that you're the Merit. Keep it cool..."

I nodded quickly, thoughts racing through my mind as to what could be there. We arrived seconds later, bolting through the doors and up the stairs to the Conference room, where a crowd of a couple hundred had gathered. Trying to weed my way through, Crawford grabbed the shoulder of my shirt and pulled me through, right to the front of the crowd and through the barrier tape.

Looking up at the double-doors, I suddenly wanted to vomit, just run out of there as quickly as I could, but his grasp held me there. I looked down, shaking my head, trying to get the feeling to pass as he began talking to me softly.

"Damen, who would do this? Why would they put that of all things?"

"I don't know...I just don't know."

In red lettering, the message was clear. "All Faggots should die! Down with the Faggot Police!" I heard a couple of gasps behind me, Darren and Daniel as they finally got to see what was plastered.

"Those tapes in the back room went blank at about 6:30 this morning. I didn't schedule anyone at that time...Usually the Custodial keeps a good eye out for anything until class starts, when Duffy comes in. Who came in this morning?"

"Johns...Koda came in this morning...Looked really tired, almost beat up. I had sent Rico back to SS for trying to break in last night, and Koda said he had spent all night watching him."

"Rico? Rico wasn't there this morning when I went to go relieve them. And Koda, of all people, was put on suspension three days ago...Neither of them were at SS..."

I glanced at my watch.

"You called for all the security to be here?"

"Yeah?"

"Then where are half of them?"

Looking back up, I caught movement out of the corner of my eye, moving fast through the tape. Suddenly an arm was wrapped around my right side as a knife blade was pushed up against my throat.

"Damen!"

I was twisted around, watching as Darren screamed at me, Crawford backing away with his hands raised.

"Rico, we don't want trouble with you...Let him go..."

"No! This bloody Faggot broke my nose last night, plastered me all over the cement, and I won't take that kind of treatment from a fucking Officer who screws his new roommates!"

Daniel's face turned red with anger, fisting his hands at his sides.

"You damn Homophobe! He hasn't done anything but work, keeping your sorry ass from destroying his career!"

"Shove it Jones. The next sound out of you, and I'll cut his throat!"

Darren turned his pleading gaze to me, and for the first time since I had truly met him, I saw fear there.

"Rico, you think you can get away with this? You kill me, and it's just like killing any other cop on the street. They'll hunt you down like a dog...And when they catch you, there won't be a trial, because there is no such thing for a cop-killer...you know that..."

"Shut up Gene!"

He pushed harder on the knife, edging it to where I started to bleed. I had one spare hand left, and preying that it would work, started to slowly move it.

"Why are you doing this?"

"Because gays shouldn't be allowed to have power over us. You're a freak of nature, and no one wants you here. You're disgusting, all of you, and you should all fry in hell!"

Finally reaching my hand to where it was needed, I grabbed the knife from my belt sheath, flipping it so the blade was pressed firmly against his crotch. I felt him stagger, try to pull away, but he refused to let up on his grasp. Pushing a little more, I heard him squeak as he struggled for an option.

"I wasn't lying to you last night when I said I wasn't afraid of making you female. Drop the knife, or you'll be dropping some weight before I kick your bloody head in..."

His breathing hitched as he weighed his only option, looking around unsteadily for the easiest place to run and escape from. I heard him take a breath, deeper than the last, and I knew he was about to bolt. As soon as his knife came away from my throat, I spun around, slicing the blade through his jeans and twisting it so the denim wouldn't cut, and he was caught. Throwing him against the wall, he dropped his knife as Crawford dipped down and grabbed it, staring stunned at what was going on.

"Who helped you?!"

"I'm not telling!"

I slammed his head into the wall.

"Who helped you?!"

"I'M NOT TELLING!"

I slammed it again, a little harder, making him a little dazed.

"If you don't tell me this time, the next memory you'll have is being in a cell for the rest of your life. Now, WHO HELPED YOU!?"

His eyes went wide, staring out into the mass of people. There was a sudden yell from behind me, Rico trying desperately to fight his way out of my grip.

"Koda! Get me out of this!"

A gunshot erupted through the space as everything went into slow motion, Crawford launching into a full run to catch Johns, Rico as he thrashed against me, falling into a heap as I finally hit him hard enough to knock him out, and then the bullet as it slammed into my shoulder. I hit the floor hard as everything sped up again, Darren and Daniel finally pushing through the barrier tape to get to me.

"Don't let Koda get out of here!"

It was the last thing I said before it all went black.

Part 14: War Zone

Daniel's POV

Solemnly, I stood as Damen's eyes slowly closed. Darren pulled him closer to his body, not wanting anyone else to touch him.

"Dan, Jon's still down in the cart...Help Crawford."

I raced through the crowd, fighting against time that I'd find them. Leaping into the cart, Jon sped across the campus walks.

"Keep your eyes open...I know they can't be that far out..."

I became more panicked as time went on, until Crawford's voice cut over the live-wire.

"Wood, you there?"

"Yeah..."

"I lost him by Northfield. I need pickup."

My heart sunk to my feet as we took a quick turn, running close to the ringing treeline on the far end of the campus. The trunks flew by in a blur, streaking by my line of sight. A dodging flash of blue caught my attention, telling Jon to slow as I jumped out.

"Get Crawford! Now!"

I ran, weaving between the trees until two voices interrupted the almost complete silence.

"Rico got caught, Gene had a blade on him..."

"Did you take Gene completely out of the picture!?"

"No...Only tagged his shoulder before all hell broke loose. Daylon, why do this?"

"Because, Damen Gene doesn't deserve the treatment he's getting."

I tried to get closer, snapping a twig in the process. Koda glared in my direction, pulling out his gun and slowly advancing.

"Alright, come on out of there..."

Daylon bolted for me as soon as I stepped out, driving me to the ground.

"Oh Jonesy...Feel like a gang leader with your little gay fags following wherever you go? The Renegades will take care of you..."

"Daylon, let me do it...Get out of here before you get connected..."

Daylon got up off my chest, grasping Koda's shoulder.

"Kill him and make it quick."

He left, Koda kneeling down, placing the pistol against my forehead.

"I may not have gotten Gene today, but you'll do fine enough."

I closed my eyes, praying that I wouldn't feel much when he did do it. I flinched as a shot rang out, the barrel pulling away from me as another shot blasted through the calm. A strong set of hands pulled me up to my feet, guiding me away. Opening my eyes, they fell on Koda's still form, two holes blown through his chest.

"He was going to kill you...Crawford's just security, I'm actually an Officer..."

Jon turned me to him, my eyes beginning to fill with tears. I didn't care who was watching, but I broke down, sobbing. I loved Damen enough to risk my life for him, after only two days...

Jon half-carried me back to the cart, letting me collapse into the back seat as Crawford arrived, talking quietly with Jon before rushing back into the trees. Sitting in the front, he turned so he could look at me as I laid down across the bench style seat.

"That was a brave thing you did back there..."

"He told me not to let him get away...I wasn't thinking..."

"Of course you were, just not with your head. That was your heart talking..."

"Will you drop him...if...well..."

"What? Loves you? Loves Darren? Loves men in general?"

"Well, yeah...He was worried that Koda was going to report him, that he'd lose his job over it."

"Not as long as he does his job. He's one of the best on the force here...It would be hard to replace him."

I took a deep breath, trying to clear my head. Crawford came back, finishing a conversation on his radio as he got in the cart.

"A crew's coming to get Johns, so lets head to SS...Damen's been moved over there for his shoulder, and they need a quick report from Daniel on what happened."

We had to take the back way into the Student Services Building to avoid all the people waiting for news. Darren was waiting for me as I walked in, feeling very sick to my stomach.

"Oh my God, Jonesy! Are you alright? Did they catch him?"

"Koda's dead...He tried to shoot me, Jon killed him...But he wasn't in charge...He was with Daylon..."

"The Renegades are doing this..."

I nodded, sitting down on the floor. The Renegades were ordered to disband our Freshman year after being found guilty of gang violence and murder. Daylon's brother had been the leader at the time, arrested and sentenced to twenty years, no parole. So, three and a half years later, Daylon had committed the same crime, calling the Renegades back together.

I gave them the story, short and sweet as possible, just wanting to be alone for a while. They showed us into Damen's room, or at least where he was sleeping until the drugs wore off enough for him to wake up. He was so pale, so white on the sheets. He had wrapping around his throat, around his shoulder and across his chest to keep it in place. The embroidered breast-piece of his shirt had been left on the table beside the bed, all that was left from when they cut it off of him. One of the campus doctors came in, a bottle in his hand.

"These should kill the shoulder pains until he comes in next week. The bandages need to be changed every day, help him if he needs it. He's free to go when he wakes up."

Jon came in a while later, sitting down in a chair close to the bed, picking up the crest from the table.

"Crawford and I have gotten you three out of class for the rest of the week, on condition that the work will be promptly made up. The Merit Presentation has been pushed back until things settle down again. And Mr. Jones...Seems as though they are working out details for awarding both you and Damen with medals. People are proud of what you did today, even if you aren't an officer."

"I didn't do anything besides almost get shot..."

"You went after him, unarmed and on your own. That's more than the usual security guard would do. You would have given your life to stop the hate...You're a hero to every student out there who has been picked on or abused...I would gladly stand and work beside you, Daniel, and I don't say that that often."

"Thank you, but I've got some guys that need to be taken care of."

"You take care of yourself, and tell Damen I'll get his shirt replaced for him. Take your phone off the hook when you get back, and we'll work on something to tell everyone later. Remember: rest, relax, and keep him inside. No more trouble this week..."

Part 15: Deep Thought and Pain

Darren's POV

3am, and another 'thump' to mark another hour of sleep that Damen hadn't managed to grasp. He had slept all afternoon once we had gotten him home, but he'd been up for five hours trying to bore himself back into slumber. Kissing Daniel lightly, I pulled out of his embrace and wandered into the kitchen where Damen sat at the table, scribbling madly on a new sheet of paper. I yawned as I made myself a glass of tea, deciding to make him one as well in hopes of breaking his monotony. He didn't once look up as I bustled around him, continuing his angry strokes against the white. I finally saw the image as I sat beside him, sliding the steaming mug closer to him. A dramatic scene of a fiery horse being attacked by a single wolf laced in ice. I had no idea what it meant, but I didn't want to bother him with questions.

He pushed it away, throwing his pencil against the wall, burying his face in his hand.

"It's my fault...he's dead because of me, because of my stupidity...We were friends...And now he's gone..."

"Damen, if it wasn't today, it would have been sometime soon."

"Why?"

"He wasn't that way just because of you. How do you think he would have acted when you let them all see that sketch? They all know me, what I am. If it wasn't you, it would've been me."

He sighed, dropping his hand to tap on the table.

"It's all Daylon's fault...Changes them all into Homophobes...They can't see past their own noses. And in the end, everyone suffers for it, and people die because of it."

Again, I pushed the tea closer to him, trying to pry his attention away from it's current rant.

"Tell me about that sketch...What does it mean?"

He picked up the cup, swirling the liquid around a little before tipping it to his lips. He looked at the sketch again, like he was seeing it for the first time.

"When I first started here, the original Renegades wore jackets with that horse on the back, like their mascot or whatever. The wolf is how I feel right now...part of a pack, but fighting alone with a cold heart. There's no joy here, no happiness in what is happening here. If there is love, then it shouldn't matter who it comes from if it's returned. If God had wanted a perfect world, he wouldn't have invented humans..."

He drank the rest of his tea, taking large gulps trying to get rid of it as quickly as possible. Setting the cup back onto the table, his expression had changed to almost tears, his eyes blurring with water as his breathing became restricted.

"I fight a war that will never end, because it is impossible for people to put hate and differences behind them. They can't let it go, can't turn around and say to themselves that it's not happening and

ignore it. No, they can't because they are all heartless bastards who only want us to suffer for things that we can't choose, can't control. We live with them, why can't they live with us?"

He pushed himself up out of his chair, brushing passed me to put the cup in the sink. Standing in the dim light, he looked almost frail, being bulked up only by all the layers of bandages they had wrapped him in. He

was sick, not of the physical kind, but deep down, where all of this was attacking him.

"I'm going to go lay down...Go back to Dan before he notices something missing..."

His tone was bland, the gears turning in his head, rethinking what he had told me, but refusing to comment more. He plodded down the hallway and back into his room, gently shutting the door behind him, leaving me in silence that wasn't a welcomed feeling.

"You're either one of us, or one of them. There is no

middle ground when it comes to prejudice and

hate-crime. It's not about love or hate, it's about

the human comfort zone, inbred training that has

taught them all that loving someone like that is

wrong, disgusting. But it's just like you said...If

there is love, then it shouldn't matter...it shouldn't

matter."

Turning off the light, I began slowly walking back to the bedroom, stopping at Damen's door when I heard him sobbing. I couldn't help but feel partially at fault for what had happened, because without Dan or I, he would have gone on leading his 'mostly straight' life. He wouldn't have been hurt, and one of his colleagues wouldn't be dead.

I leaned on his door, gently turning the knob. I don't know what crossed my mind at the moment, but as I opened the door, my heart wanted to cry. Daniel had heard him, woken up, and come to check on him. He sat in the chair from the desk, rubbing a slow hand up and down Damen's back as he cried himself to sleep. It was a touching scene, one that etched into my mind as something never to forget.

Daniel glanced up at me, his eyes the bright green that always caught me.

"He's hurting Darren. Get a blanket and some pillows, we're sleeping in here tonight. He needs to know we're here, no matter what happens outside."

I did as I was told, snuggling up to Daniel on the floor as soon as he was sure that Damen was finally asleep. He sighed heavily, entwining his fingers with mine.

"Times will change Dazza, for all of us. We won't have to live like this forever."