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I wanted to talk to you. No one else would really understand. Not much of a conversation, as you can't talk back. That's my fault.
But I've been thinking, and I know you have, too. About how all this plays out, about what happens next. I'm sure you've made a million different versions. I know some very bad things are coming. I know I'm probably going to die. I accepted that a long time ago.
But I was wondering if, in any of those many versions -- the people that I've roped into helping me, my friends, whether they get out alive. I suppose I may have made that impossible.
Is that a path that we're on?
