[His voice is muffled, tired, but it's his voice, which is something he hasn't had for a week, so there's an odd tinge of nostalgia to the tone, slightly rough from dissuse. He's singing, softly.]
You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy when skies are grey...
[He sighs, and the next words are tinged with something almost
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Feeling better?
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How about you?
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[A pause]
I did something stupid during the event.
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there were other ways to do it, I realize that. But I didn't... mind doing it. At the time.
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How do you feel about him? Say what comes to your mind.
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This. This event. I hated it.
I don't want him to leave.
I don't want him to die.
I don't know what I'd do if he did.
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Thanks.
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