[Never has it been more apparent to him, how very much each child has needed the other just to achieve some measure of equilibrium on a daily basis. Never has it been more apparent, how very fucking close to the edge they operate, always at the very precipice.]

[Never has it been more obvious that, even now, they still find themself looking for a reason not to go through with it - because to do so for their own sake will never be enough.]

[They look like they might sink through the floor and surrender themself to the drag of gravity, to let the dirt creep up over their skin and eat away at their bones and once again let their body turn to dust, turn to earth, just for the sake of ensuring that no one else suffers as a byproduct of their presence.]

[He doesn't have much. He has a hand, palm up and open. An offer for something to hold to, if they need it.]

Death isn't the only thing that defines you. I know sometimes it feels like... [The words die as he loses momentum, but only for a moment.]

There are a lot of people here who are better off for having met you. Who are alive, because of you.

Nothing about any of this is okay. Nothing about any of what we had to do up to this point is okay. But I guess in this...stupid, selfish way, I'm still kinda glad that a lot of it happened. Not all of it, but -

If it hadn't, I wouldn't have met you.