|Uh, I'm sorry, sir. I didn't mean for anyone to come bother you because of my ... situation, as it happens to be. Don't worry about me, or uh, spend too much time thinking on it. Seems like you've got enough on your plate to worry about as it stands. Don't let me add to it.|
"You never could burden me, child… I think what you are doing is endearing, caring… he can hear your voice, and he draws comfort from it… so go on… keep at it. Your voice might just bring him back to the surface…"
"…Maybe. I want to think it will." A pause. "He said once, during probably the only moment of wakefulness he had, that I didn’t have to wait for him." Another pause. "But I want to. Because he was really nice to me when he didn’t have to be. He was accomodating of me when he didn’t have to be."
"The least I can do is make sure he’s not alone. His shell shouldn’t gather dust and just be forgotten."