I’m not really used to doing that. Talking about things…
I don’t know…
It doesn’t have to make sense to me. I mean *blows a frustrated raspberry* you can just ramble, and I’ll listen, and afterwards you’ll feel better and can get back to work. I really do think it will help.
Had a few drinks. Few too many, with the day I had, I guess. When I do that, the past has a way of creeping up on me… I’m not sure what else there is to say, honestly. Or how to say it.
Someone you didn’t save? Someone you couldn’t save, maybe. That’s … a lot of guilt.
I… Yeah. A good man. A great man.
And more than that, people I indirectly harmed. So many people.
*touches his arm lightly* It’s not given to us to know the count of the living.