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[shatterings]

When someone close to you leaves... are there things you regret not telling them, or doing for them?

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[ossifragant]

Yeah, that happens.

It's only natural, I think.

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[shatterings]

Have you ever experienced it?

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[ossifragant]

I have. It's pretty lousy, isn't it?

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[shatterings]

It is. It's one of the most unpleasant feelings I've ever had.

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[ossifragant]

It's hard to deal with, losing friends who vanish.

Sometimes, they show up again during one of the strange weekends that happen here twice a year.

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[shatterings]

I didn't know those weekends happened twice a year...

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[ossifragant]

Yeah, they do.

Once in May and then again in November.

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[shatterings]

I had no idea... I hope I see those who have left, then.

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[ossifragant]

Yeah, same here. Who knows if it'll happen, but...

It'll be nice, if they all show up again.

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[shatterings]

I hope it's not prying too much, but... would you tell me about them? The people important to you who have left?

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[ossifragant]

One of them was from my world, a guy who I never actually got the chance to meet back there, but who I ended up getting along with fairly well in the year he and I were here together. Pretty serious man, but he was always fun to be around. I don't think he ever realized how entertaining he was, really.

The other wasn't from my world, he was... well, it's a little complicated. Anyway, he was intelligent, was always asking philosophical questions. He always made you think. It's kind of a shame he's gone.

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[shatterings]

Do you think you'll see him, if you return home?

You must have been close... to both of them. How long has he been gone?

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[ossifragant]

No, probably not. It's all right, though. We might meet again, who knows.

They've been gone a couple of months, now. Maybe the two of them will show up in November.