Hamilton Jr Script -

(He looks at the portrait one last time.)

Or maybe that’s the victory. You burned so bright so the rest of us Could learn to live in the warm light — Not consumed by it. hamilton jr script

You wrote this at my age. You were already a ghost in waiting — A hurricane in a waistcoat. Me? I’m a clerk. A decent man. A father who stays. (He looks at the portrait one last time