-t, I'll take whatever you have to give. I'm sorry we're in the same goddamned club now.
Everyone else, I need you too. Don't give up on me.
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-t, I'll take whatever you have to give. I'm sorry we're in the same goddamned club now.
Everyone else, I need you too. Don't give up on me.
We won't. We're here for you. Hold onto us. And onto your realspace peeps, but you know, Buffistas keep odd hours, so we're here when the others crash out!
Listen to -t, she's right. And know that we're here. Someone is always here, to listen, just for you to know someone's here. I'm so sorry, Maria.
We're here for you, Maria.
It's a terrible goddamned club, but full of supportive members.
Absolutely here whenever and whatever.
I'm scared of the autopsy results. I want to know but I don't.
Yeah, that'll be a hard one, but it's probably better to know. And nowhere in that autopsy is it going to say, "And Maria did it." No matter what the results.
Please tell your people that you love them.
Yes, this is very true.
I can't presume to know the pain of losing a spouse, and you might feel responsible, but please don't believe you're responsible. If you have the attention to spare for the semantic distinction. I just don't want you with those fully formed convictions in your head, honey. Not even if the companion pain is best worked through, not around.