...Is this what it means to have friends? Always...the word... worrying. Yes.

I...don't know what I'll do if he doesn't come back. It just feels like I'll do something I'll...I don't know the word. I don't understand this.

....[a sigh is heard, a long with a tiny 'Dammit, Ness' and 'Why did I even do this' before the recording clicks off]