[The feed clicks on. It's quiet, save for some muffled voices in the background. A few loud sniffles.]
He's going to make it. He's got to. He'll... he'll pull through. I know he will. [Another long sniff.] God, please... Please let him stay... Just a little longer... There's still so much work for him to do here, you know? Can't shuffle off this
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