These years together haven’t been easy
have they?
They couldn’t be
with all the tortures
I’ve put you through
and all the fucking bullshit
you’ve just continuously been
willing to take.

It’s been infuriating.
It’s exhausting, really.
This… relationship,
this death of ten thousand cuts
should’ve been cut off long ago
and I’m glad it’s going to be severed
even in this most radical way.
It’s enough, now.
It’s time to say goodbye.

You’ve been a steady enough workhorse
for too long.
You should’ve broken free on your own.
I can’t believe it’s come to this.
You’re fired.
It’s off to pasture.
Consider yourself terminated.
Armando, at last,
I’m selling you for scrap.