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... for we may and might never ...

Margaret?

Thinking. Perhaps too much.

"So here's a health to the company, and one to my lass
Let us drink and be merry all out of one glass
Let us drink and be merry all grief to refrain
For we may and might never all meet here again"

I won't argue that you're thinking. I also know you're upset ~~even if I don't know why~~.

Perhaps only overtired. And too much talk of death and dying.

I only meant it to be a harmless hypothetical.

I know, love. But no one likes to think about their loved ones' deaths, especially when said loved one is in a risky profession.

I have too much to do here. I won't be leaving anytime soon.

I'm glad to hear that.

You don't seem very comforted.

I worry about you, Justin. I will until you decide you want to lay the cloak and sword down.

Fair enough.

You know, even with that worry, I am content as we are.

I've been doing this for so long its a part of who I am now.

I know, Justin. I would never ask you to.

I know. It would have come up long before if you did want me to stop.

Good. I just thought I'd make sure.

I do love you, very much.

Me too. Love you, I mean.

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