[He looks down at the toes of his boots, eyes narrowing slightly.]
I don't really want to talk about them.
My friends, I mean.
[It still hurts too much. He feels like they're the ones that are gone and it's strange to think they're still around. He's gone. He's mourning his own demise.]
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[He looks down at the toes of his boots, eyes narrowing slightly.]
I don't really want to talk about them.
My friends, I mean.
[It still hurts too much. He feels like they're the ones that are gone and it's strange to think they're still around. He's gone. He's mourning his own demise.]