It's lonely to say goodbye. Very lonely. Please. Cry with me. Maybe there's nothing we can do about this. But at least, for now. . . cry with me. Like your entire body. . . is screaming at the sky. Like it's raging against the world. I lost something. And I don't have a single guarantee. The fear of living in this world again after that. . . I have only a shred of hope to sustain me. So I want you at least. . . to cry. Cry. Cry with me. Like the day you were first born into this world.
How wonderful to know someone who was bad and dishonorable and a cheat and a liar, when all the world was filled with people who would not lie to save their souls and who would rather starve than do a dishonorable deed!