You feel refreshed... somewhat.
>Return
???: Hello? Can you hear me?
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???: I saw you flinch. I know you can hear this, even if you want to pretend you don't.
Nobody passes through here anymore. It's because of me, isn't it?
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You don't have to answer that. I know you're not here to talk to me. But if you could, please just listen. There's a grave a just north of here. It's not mine, nor yours, nor is it for anyone you know.
If you have the time, visit there and tell her I'm sorry. For everything. She won't answer, so just trust me that's she's there.
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...to trust someone who can't even trust themselves... If you do that, you're either a saint or an idiot.
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...Do you want to know where my grave is?
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That's right, I never got one. Just as nobody buries the most beautiful flowers, nobody buries the unwanted weeds.
Where do you think your grave will be?