[Of all times for her to show something resembling good judgement... no, impossible. It's going to end with something about either the power of friendship or the pointlessness of revenge. He just knows it.]
Really? Nothing about the error of my ways? No cloying assurance about how I can talk to you anytime if I want to get some existential angst off my chest?
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Really? Nothing about the error of my ways? No cloying assurance about how I can talk to you anytime if I want to get some existential angst off my chest?