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Emily: You were there, you had to witness it - and deal with it - every one of those lives -
Dee: Why should I be upset, though? I do that anyway. What do I care? Am I supposed to care? I wish I didn't! I wish I was some amoral uncaring thing! Why do I have to think and feel! What's the point of feeling all this and not doing anything? What's the point of feeling anything if I can't do anything? I'm sorry, this is stupid, you don't need to -
Emily: No it isn't!
Dee: You can go home -
Emily: No, I'm gonna sit here with you.
Alt text: there's a shoulder where death comes to cry ♪