"How can your death change anything? Just another empty gesture."
"Even so."
"... Insanity. Must run in the family."
"Blame it on our parents then."
"As usual. Always their fault."
Silence.
"Don't go."
"Have to."
"Why? Who cares anymore? Nobody will ever know."
"Except me."
"... Bastard."
"... Stop torturing yourself; sometimes living takes more courage than dying. You're no coward for staying here."
"Never said that about myself."
"Good."
Pause.
"Well, goodbye, little brother."
"Wait!"
"Yeah?"
"... Hell... Nothing."
"Give everyone my love. And look after them, alright?"
One set of footsteps gradually fades away, neither hurried nor hesitating.
A whisper, "... I promise."
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