[ Bigby exhales a puff of smoke. ]

Saying that kind of shit in these circumstances.

[ Just going by the words alone, it might seem like an insult - but there's something a little different behind it, tone-wise. Bigby doesn't sound angry, nor does he sound like he's trying to insult the other.

Especially since the last word of that sentence trails right off into the start of the next one. ]

Don't know where you get the energy.

[ See, rather than an insult.. Maybe it's something a little more admirable. Maybe Bigby wishes he could see the world like that too, but he's been confronted so many times by its ugliness. It's not enough to fully stop him, not as long as there are still a few good parts to protect, but-- it'd sure be easier if those few good things weren't constantly threatened by the bad. ]

I just feel so tired.

[ That's right, the voice says. Haven't you felt tired for so long? Isn't it so hard, holding it all in all the time? ]

And I miss--

[ He presses his lips tightly together, swallowing a word before it can spill out over his lips.

He can't even say her name. ]

--someone.