[DirectorBright]

I had an apprentice once.

No- two, or three...
... four... it depends on how you count it, I guess.
They're all dead, though.

I am tired.
Most of the people that I loved are dead, or absent.

A part of life is coming to care about new people, as scary as it is.
People Die. They leave. They let go.

I know, but-

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Why did the next one have to be you?

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