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Brennan:He said their new Consigliere has been pestering him since Christmas.

Conor:Why’s he listening now?

Brennan:Dunno. It’s tomorrow.

Conor:Shit. So soon?

Brennan:Yup.

Conor:Your first time stepping up. How you feeling?

Brennan:You gonna make fun of me if I tell you?

Conor:Nah.

Brennan:I’m nervous.

Conor:Thought you would be.

Brennan:Why?

Conor:Da’s life’s work was to perpetuate the belief that nothing you did would ever be enough to make up for what went down with Ma.

Conor:It served him to keep you under his thumb. Gave you a great work ethic, of course, but it doesn’t help in situations like these.

Conor:He was wrong though, Bren. Not only do you have nothing to make up for, but you’re a better man than Da could ever be.

Brennan:What’s with you today?

Conor:Feeling introspective, I guess.

Brennan:Has that woman been running you ragged? Because you don’t fucking deserve it, Conor. Do you hear me?

Conor:I appreciate the big brother act, Bren, but it isn’t Star. You know what’s funny?

Brennan:What?

Conor:I bet you two’ll get along great when you meet.

Brennan:When, not if?

Conor:Definitely. I told you she’s the one.

Brennan:I didn’t know you were a romantic until recently.

Conor:I’m not. This isn’t about romance. This is about knowing.

Brennan:Yeah, right. That’ll be the day.

Brennan:But thanks, Con. You know, about Da…

Conor:I meant it.

Brennan:We gave him a lot of power over us.

Conor:We did. I think we’re only just breaking free of those shackles.

Brennan:You were cut up when he died.

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