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...I am afraid to die, now.

I will not let you die, brother. As long as I live.

I won't let myself either.

...it's not because I'm afraid of what will happen to me.

Why is it, then?

If I am with you, I can save you.

The people who would miss me...

Possibly.

I would miss you.

...and I can. I won't let you die.

You, Brian, a few others... I couldn't do it.

Good.

Good.

You're important to me.

I know that. ... So are you.

Thank you, for saying that.

It feels nice to be important to someone.

I know. I like it.

Me too.

*sardonic golfclap*

Yes, thank you.