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.
