[It's weird too, to see the face of his friend and hear his voice and know it's not. But the kindness of strangers isn't a bad thing.

They confession still him. It settles, cold, in his heart and then twists.

And twists some more.]

They're... who you wanted me to find.

[It's not a question.]

The living come first. The living before the dead. The younger before the older. And with any parent, the child we love more than life before all.

They must have loved you. They must have loved you so much... I'm sorry.