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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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[shatterings]

... Yes. And I'm not sure if he'll ever return.

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[doitrockapella]

...And is there something you regret not telling him?

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[shatterings]

There are... several things, yes.

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[doitrockapella]

I won't ask what they are; I know it's none of my business.

But if you don't mind indulging the curiosity: were they things you intended to tell him all along, and never got the chance to? Or were they things you didn't realize you wanted to tell him until after he was already gone?

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[shatterings]

I don't mind. I did intend to tell him, but I suppose I never knew how to approach the subject, really. And I never felt there was a right time to, not during the time he was here.

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[doitrockapella]

The stars never quite aligned to make it a good time, I take it?

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[shatterings]

I think that's the best way to put it.

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[doitrockapella]

Can I ask who it was? Again, you're under no obligation to tell me.

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[shatterings]

Phoenix Wright. We traveled together, when I first arrived here.

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[doitrockapella]

You have my condolences. The first person I traveled with here was the same way; he disappeared one day and I haven't seen him since.

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[shatterings]

I'm sorry. How long has it been since he disappeared...?

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[doitrockapella]

By now? I'd put my best guess at around three and a half years.

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[shatterings]

You've been here for a very long time, haven't you?