[J isn't sure what he wanted to hear, but he knows that wasn't it. He's quiet for a few moments, face buried in one hand. He's very quickly approaching the threshold of what he can handle, if he hasn't gone over it already.]
An' now they're gone. Connected to all those people and they just...left.
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An' now they're gone. Connected to all those people and they just...left.
Now what?